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[needthepractice]

There's a select group of people scattered throughout the Compound today, any of which someone might happen to run into, but only if they know where to look.

In the IPD Office, there's a tall woman with long brown hair sitting behind one of the auxiliary desks and filling out some long-neglected paperwork. She's been putting off her patrol

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"Yeah, well. If you listened to my erstwhile principal, she'd say that the arts don't really count as school, anyway, in which case, I guess school wouldn't have been my thing, either," Kurt confesses with a light shrug, thinking back almost fondly to Sue Sylvester's time in office. Not because he thought that she was the best candidate for watching over McKinley High- maybe she had her own advantages over Higgins, but there were enough biases that she pushed in full that had Kurt unable to admit that she, in any way, deserved to be considered a good educator. But more because... when it came to certain things, when it came to the subjects that mattered, she had responded more on his behalf than any other parent, save his father, had. It was impossible not to be grateful for that. "Really, I was decent at my classes, I had good grades, but... glee was about it. I didn't have a passion for history, outside of the history of theater."

He purses his lips. "And my high school, before I transferred, wasn't exactly big on a comprehensive course list."