Apr 12, 2012 13:12
Electroclash was slouching behind her desk like a teenager today. So, not much had changed over the course, then.
"All right, kiddies, next week is your final," she rasped once the students had filed in. Or most of them, anyway. Possibly. Had she mentioned she didn't really care? "Which mostly means I am a week away from being allowed to get the fuck off this little rinky dink island."
(DUN DUN DUN.)
"It also means it's time to revise the course or something like that. Now, the SPA expects me to have been a good little teacher and gone through all their previous shit to compile some kind of a revision class for you." A beat. "I haven't. I know, you're so surprised." Much like they probably were oh so surprised by the sarcasm present there. "So, instead, you're going to ask questions about being a superhero, or just talk about what you think you may have learned under my wonderful guidance, and either your fellow studious twerps will offer up theories, or I'll tell you how it is in my view. Everyone in favour of this plan?"
She didn't actually let anyone answer.
"Good, 'cause this'll all be on your final next week." No it wouldn't. "You, in the front row. Begin."
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