Algren's Office [Saturday]
For all of the questions that Algren had been dreading about his class since he'd learned of the influx of parents this weekend, what he had woken up this morning worried the most about was, what in the world was he supposed to wear? He had all of one modern outfit, worn until it was more or less threadbare now (thus putting his interest in this Armani nonsense down a few more notches), and the rest were somewhat... period.
Either he would come off looking like a crazy man in a dress suit from the late 1800s, a crazy man in old Japanese casual dress, a crazy man who fancied himself a Civil War soldier, or a crazy white Samurai.
He settled on 'crazy man in very dated dress suit' for today, grabbed some muffins on the way in as a last ditch effort to convince visitors that he was at least sane and hospitable, and put on the kettle in case anyone wanted tea. Maybe tomorrow, he'd go with 'crazy white Samurai,' instead, just because he could.
[Open for all of your Parents Weekend What The Hell Are You Teaching Our Children needs.]
Either he would come off looking like a crazy man in a dress suit from the late 1800s, a crazy man in old Japanese casual dress, a crazy man who fancied himself a Civil War soldier, or a crazy white Samurai.
He settled on 'crazy man in very dated dress suit' for today, grabbed some muffins on the way in as a last ditch effort to convince visitors that he was at least sane and hospitable, and put on the kettle in case anyone wanted tea. Maybe tomorrow, he'd go with 'crazy white Samurai,' instead, just because he could.
[Open for all of your Parents Weekend What The Hell Are You Teaching Our Children needs.]