If it was his last class teaching this particular group of students, and if Jono was feeling possibly a little bittersweet about that fact as he started his lecture today, he certainly wasn't letting it show. Not with the way he casually leaned back against his desk, coffee in hand, and launched off into another one of his lengthy diatribes. Nope ( Read more... )

Jono had been a little out of the loop this week, so hopefully everyone would forgive him for looking just a touch bewildered as he took in the various greyscale faces around his classroom ( Read more... )

Today when students entered the classroom, they might notice how the usual pastries were completely absent. The seating set-up was the same, if only because the teacher had walked in to see the seats all shoved aside and had decided, to hell with it, he wasn't going to make the attempt to rearrange them. Oh. And the room smelled like burning ( Read more... )

"Next week there's no class on Friday, so I suppose this week I ought to give you all something properly heavy to chew on until we get back, hm?" Yes, Jonothon was cruel, sometimes. At least it came in the form of a generally harmless sort of cruelty that he could inflict on his students by way of just doing what he was expected to get up there to ( Read more... )

"I realize," Jono said as he stepped into the classroom, "that last week's lesson was a touch... heavy, for at least a few of you."

He wasn't going to name names, or even single anybody in the room out by looking at them. They knew who they were, and that was enough.

"This week, we're going to lighten things up a little bit. I know I'm not the ( Read more... )

"Once upon a time," Jono said, speaking without preamble as he walked into the classroom looking fairly well-rested, even if he smelled a little like Mr. Clean, "there was this bloke who didn't stand a chance in hell of fitting in, back home. He was, on top of being a little antisocial to start with, a mutant, hated and feared by humanity because ( Read more... )

Jono looked a bit like Hell warmed over this morning when he came into class. Most days, he was capable of at least putting on a decent front about it, but he hadn't managed to sleep last night for nightmares that were a fair bit worse than usual, and this morning he looked a little bit as though he'd been run over by a bus in the dead of night. ( Read more... )

"I can't say 'Nothing lasts forever,'" Jonothon began, once he stepped into the classroom today, slightly late and looking a little rumpled. He wasn't going to fall into the habit of coming to class directly from training sessions in New York, but he'd missed far too many between break and the like, and he wasn't about to let Jubilee grumble at him ( Read more... )

Is over here, because apparently I'm losing my mind this morning as I try to get things ready for fleeing the country.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

The classroom was set up just the same as it always was when Jono started his lecture today. Comfortable places to sit, table with food on it... It was practically homey, really, wasn't it ( Read more... )