Cindy had heard on the radio that Self-appointed Principal Madrox had done a bit of redecorating while everyone was off on the trip, but she'd had no reason to assume that he'd hit her office. She knew he had a longstanding...thing...with Zoe, Deadpool, and Anakin (and had seen the dartboard in the teachers' lounge) and figured that he'd taken the ( Read more... )

Oh, Parents' Weekend. Cindy was at her desk--weapon within reaching distance just in case--coming up with some appropriate phrases to use in case the more normal families were confused about just what she was teaching any why. "Hands-on activities to assist in grasping the material," she muttered, scrawling that down. "Channeling teenage energy and ( Read more... )

You know? For a crazy weekend, that hadn't actually been that bad.

Cindy was just going to sit back in her office, listen to the radio, and laugh at everything crazy that everyone else had done. Teaching a student to pole dance was pretty awful, yes, but on the whole? She'd gotten off pretty lightly.

Parents' Weekend was over, which meant that it was time to start thinking about what shape the final should take. Considering the subject matter, Cindy doubted a typical essay or multiple choice exam wouldn't quite work. Looking at her syllabus--and counting the classes until the last--she tried to get an idea what the final few weeks should look ( Read more... )

After making sure all the weapons in her office were either securely hidden or made to look like completely innocuous items, Cindy opened her office door to welcome the parents of her students both old and new.

And if there was a flask hidden away in her desk drawer, she wasn't saying.

Cindy had been snowed in her room since Tuesday. She wasn't sure how it happened, but anytime she went from one room to another, she would find her way back mysteriously clogged with snow. It didn't seem to ruin anything, even when it got into her closet and all over her shoes, but Cindy had taken to keeping a shovel nearby her at all times just to ( Read more... )

A fit of Fandom whimsy had locked Cindy in her bathroom all yesterday, so she was in her office today instead, nervously tidying up her desk ( Read more... )

It might appear that Cindy was simply being airheaded and extravagant today as she leafed through expensive catalogs and pulled up shopping websites on her computer, but she would be happy to inform anyone who came to ask that she was doing research for her next class. That happened to involve a lot of cute shoes ( Read more... )

Cindy had written her syllabus up beforehand, which meant her usual first day of office hours activity was already taken care of. She wasn't quite so sanguine about Fandom and her position to fall back to one of her other favorite pasttimes--cleaning and organizing her guns ( Read more... )

The end of the semester was coming up quickly, which mean Cindy had a lot of work to catch up on: tallying grades, writing up the final, figuring out what she was teaching next semester, figuring out a way to get into Special Collections ( Read more... )