First Day Of Classes...
Opening Act: Waking Up
Jean woke up to her alarm clock shrieking in her ear at 6:30 am. Rubbing her pounding head she instantly regretted going drinking with Rachel the night before. She forced herself from bed and into the shower, dressing in a nice blue skirt suit, one that Scott had always loved on her. After she had made herself presentable, she went downstairs for a cup of black coffee and a bagel. After all the alcohol she'd had last night it was all her stomach would accept. She finished her breakfast and walked down the hallway to her classroom to look over her schedule and class notes before her free period was up.
First class of the day would be General Biology with the freshman. Then she had General Botony, followed by Genetics and lunch. After lunch she taught Human Anatomy. Anatomy and Physiology was her last class of the day. Putting her notes in order, she sat down at her desk and awaited the willing minds of her first class.
Class 1: General Biology
"Whoa dude! The teachers hot!"
"Hey! I heard you came back from the dead! That's so cool! Can you teach me how to do that?"
"So are you, like, still married or is your husband a widow? 'Cause I thought he was totally getting it on with Miss Frost!"
"You know, I usually don't do other women, but for you I'd make an exception..."
Class 2: General Botany
"So if I had a detention with Dr. McCoy, it's not legally binding with you since you're a new teacher, right?"
"You're pretty hot for a dead woman. Think I could... Get some *extra* credit?"
"Aren't pretty girls supposed to be dumb? My mom said pretty women make bad teachers because they sucked dick through college in order to pass."
"When are we gonna use this anyway?"
Class 3: Genetics
"Do we have to learn this stuff? I mean, it's so boring. Who cares?"
"Dude... I thought we were allowed to smoke weed on school grounds. We're all rebellious and shit, ain't we?"
"So what does it take to get an A in this class anyways?"
"Sorry, I can't do this assignment right now. My laptops broken and I don't believe in writing things out by hand."
Intermission: Lunch
Jean slumped back in her chair exhausted. Either she'd been delusional prior to this, or the school's students had a lot more spunk. Dragging herself to her feet, she entered the lunch room and was immediately knocked into by a boy on a skateboard. His drink soaked her jacket as he rushed off yelling "Sorry!" over his shoulder. Turning around, Jean went into the bathroom to try and soak her jacket before the stain set in. Slipping outside she managed to get in a hurried cigarette before her next class. As she walked into the room, her stomach rumbled slightly reminding her that she'd eaten very little at breakfast. A bad start to a day, but maybe her next two classes would be better...
Class 4: Human Anatomy
"What's the least I need to know to not fail this test?"
"You want me to what? Eeeeeewwww!"
~Insert high pitched shrieking remanisent of the mating call to a car alarm followed by the thump of a girl fainting.~
"You know teach, I would so totally do you to make you feel better. You know, 'til Emma's done with your husband. Yo, are you like swingers or what?"
Class 5: Anatomy and Physiology
"When am I going to use this in real life?"
"Ha ha! Jude just puked on the table! What a wuss!"
"Dude, I thought only shriveled up virgins taught science classes."
"When's Dr. McCoy coming back? I like him better. You suck."
Finale: Home At Last
Jean decided to forgo dinner. She didn't think she could handle seeing the little mutant terrors one more second. They were horrible. All told, she had 15 detentions to watch over during the following week. Her jacket was wet. Her hair was falling in her face. And she hadn't been insulted that many times in a row since she was in a mutant concentration camp. Sitting up on the bed she began to bang her head against the wall. No wonder Hank was so willing to give her his Biology classes.
Jean woke up to her alarm clock shrieking in her ear at 6:30 am. Rubbing her pounding head she instantly regretted going drinking with Rachel the night before. She forced herself from bed and into the shower, dressing in a nice blue skirt suit, one that Scott had always loved on her. After she had made herself presentable, she went downstairs for a cup of black coffee and a bagel. After all the alcohol she'd had last night it was all her stomach would accept. She finished her breakfast and walked down the hallway to her classroom to look over her schedule and class notes before her free period was up.
First class of the day would be General Biology with the freshman. Then she had General Botony, followed by Genetics and lunch. After lunch she taught Human Anatomy. Anatomy and Physiology was her last class of the day. Putting her notes in order, she sat down at her desk and awaited the willing minds of her first class.
Class 1: General Biology
"Whoa dude! The teachers hot!"
"Hey! I heard you came back from the dead! That's so cool! Can you teach me how to do that?"
"So are you, like, still married or is your husband a widow? 'Cause I thought he was totally getting it on with Miss Frost!"
"You know, I usually don't do other women, but for you I'd make an exception..."
Class 2: General Botany
"So if I had a detention with Dr. McCoy, it's not legally binding with you since you're a new teacher, right?"
"You're pretty hot for a dead woman. Think I could... Get some *extra* credit?"
"Aren't pretty girls supposed to be dumb? My mom said pretty women make bad teachers because they sucked dick through college in order to pass."
"When are we gonna use this anyway?"
Class 3: Genetics
"Do we have to learn this stuff? I mean, it's so boring. Who cares?"
"Dude... I thought we were allowed to smoke weed on school grounds. We're all rebellious and shit, ain't we?"
"So what does it take to get an A in this class anyways?"
"Sorry, I can't do this assignment right now. My laptops broken and I don't believe in writing things out by hand."
Intermission: Lunch
Jean slumped back in her chair exhausted. Either she'd been delusional prior to this, or the school's students had a lot more spunk. Dragging herself to her feet, she entered the lunch room and was immediately knocked into by a boy on a skateboard. His drink soaked her jacket as he rushed off yelling "Sorry!" over his shoulder. Turning around, Jean went into the bathroom to try and soak her jacket before the stain set in. Slipping outside she managed to get in a hurried cigarette before her next class. As she walked into the room, her stomach rumbled slightly reminding her that she'd eaten very little at breakfast. A bad start to a day, but maybe her next two classes would be better...
Class 4: Human Anatomy
"What's the least I need to know to not fail this test?"
"You want me to what? Eeeeeewwww!"
~Insert high pitched shrieking remanisent of the mating call to a car alarm followed by the thump of a girl fainting.~
"You know teach, I would so totally do you to make you feel better. You know, 'til Emma's done with your husband. Yo, are you like swingers or what?"
Class 5: Anatomy and Physiology
"When am I going to use this in real life?"
"Ha ha! Jude just puked on the table! What a wuss!"
"Dude, I thought only shriveled up virgins taught science classes."
"When's Dr. McCoy coming back? I like him better. You suck."
Finale: Home At Last
Jean decided to forgo dinner. She didn't think she could handle seeing the little mutant terrors one more second. They were horrible. All told, she had 15 detentions to watch over during the following week. Her jacket was wet. Her hair was falling in her face. And she hadn't been insulted that many times in a row since she was in a mutant concentration camp. Sitting up on the bed she began to bang her head against the wall. No wonder Hank was so willing to give her his Biology classes.