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[And, thus, things go back to normal-- for a relative value of normal, of course.
Teatime has long since thrown the school-supplied lesson plan to the wind with a resounding “FUCK. THAT. SHIT,” so today's lesson is, as always, a bit unorthodox. Hanging from the flagpole-- and when I say “hang” I mean “by a fucking noose holy shit”-- is a skeleton. For something from their woefully inadequate science labs, it sure does look lifelike! [1] The chalkboard reads: “Today's Essay Topic: Skeletons, and Why They Are So Creepy and Awful and You Hate Them.”
The teacher himself will be at his desk, writing rapidly in his Hate Diary a small notebook. Because actually teaching is for losers with no friends, Susan. Should you attempt to look over his shoulder and not get your face ripped off and shoved down your throat, you will find the pages covered in strange diagrams and a completely incomprehensible shorthand. Aren't you so glad that winter vacation is starting up soon?
[1] Please ignore the strange smell coming from the locked closet. And the mysterious, hand-shaped stain on the handle. It's really none of your concern.]
Teatime has long since thrown the school-supplied lesson plan to the wind with a resounding “FUCK. THAT. SHIT,” so today's lesson is, as always, a bit unorthodox. Hanging from the flagpole-- and when I say “hang” I mean “by a fucking noose holy shit”-- is a skeleton. For something from their woefully inadequate science labs, it sure does look lifelike! [1] The chalkboard reads: “Today's Essay Topic: Skeletons, and Why They Are So Creepy and Awful and You Hate Them.”
The teacher himself will be at his desk, writing rapidly in his Hate Diary a small notebook. Because actually teaching is for losers with no friends, Susan. Should you attempt to look over his shoulder and not get your face ripped off and shoved down your throat, you will find the pages covered in strange diagrams and a completely incomprehensible shorthand. Aren't you so glad that winter vacation is starting up soon?
[1] Please ignore the strange smell coming from the locked closet. And the mysterious, hand-shaped stain on the handle. It's really none of your concern.]