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smash_logs2013-05-02 07:44 pm
gentlesaint) wrote in smash_logs2013-05-02 07:44 pm
First Aid is so Dope
Who: Rhys, students, and onlookers if applicable
What: Class! ...with an unfortunate twist.
Where Health classroom
When Thursday, May 2nd
Ratings: A teacher under the influence.
The last half of the school year was a turbulent one for Rhys's attendance. Ever since January, he'd either be listless, in mortifying pain that prompted him to dismiss class early, absent altogether (which happened for a good chunk of February), or, especially lately, subject to serious mood swings or odd, almost frantic behavior. It was like he was trying to hide something or had somewhere he needed to be, and pronto. This was a sharp contrast to his usual placidly cheerful personality, which was much more patient and dedicated to his job than this version of Rhys, which just kept getting progressively worse every week. Sometimes, he wouldn't show up at all at the scheduled time.
This week, it finally culminated into something horrendous.
Before class, he scrambled through a last-minute rush to assemble his review unit. He'd indulged in another one of those insidious black pops, the kind that was rapidly starting to engulf his life. During his high, he had an epiphany that he needed to compile his unit plans before class started, which he'd neglected to do earlier during his agonizing low period. Riding on this burst of energy and good feeling, he worked on his presentation without delay, but through some wicked stoner goggles.
All this hard work in such a small time frame perhaps explained why he hobbled into class five minutes late. He made his way over to the front of the class on unsteady feet. There was an unnatural sereneness about him, like he'd stepped out from a meditative trance with Nirvana.
“My... You sure are a lively crowd today, aren't you?” he marveled, despite observational evidence to the contrary. “That's good. But you need to settle down maybe. I'm gonna show you a video... a presentation. I made it myself. I really felt like I was one with the computer today, you know. A connection, and I'm not talking the internet kind!”
Without fail, someone groaned.
Rhys, however, laughed at his clever remark, then proceeded to fiddle with the projector. He damn near broke the thing.
((OOC: I will slowly be updating the threads with more of Rhys's "special" presentation slides! So if it looks unfinished, it is because I am going to trickle them in installment by installment. Feel free to respond to them!))
What: Class! ...with an unfortunate twist.
Where Health classroom
When Thursday, May 2nd
Ratings: A teacher under the influence.
The last half of the school year was a turbulent one for Rhys's attendance. Ever since January, he'd either be listless, in mortifying pain that prompted him to dismiss class early, absent altogether (which happened for a good chunk of February), or, especially lately, subject to serious mood swings or odd, almost frantic behavior. It was like he was trying to hide something or had somewhere he needed to be, and pronto. This was a sharp contrast to his usual placidly cheerful personality, which was much more patient and dedicated to his job than this version of Rhys, which just kept getting progressively worse every week. Sometimes, he wouldn't show up at all at the scheduled time.
This week, it finally culminated into something horrendous.
Before class, he scrambled through a last-minute rush to assemble his review unit. He'd indulged in another one of those insidious black pops, the kind that was rapidly starting to engulf his life. During his high, he had an epiphany that he needed to compile his unit plans before class started, which he'd neglected to do earlier during his agonizing low period. Riding on this burst of energy and good feeling, he worked on his presentation without delay, but through some wicked stoner goggles.
All this hard work in such a small time frame perhaps explained why he hobbled into class five minutes late. He made his way over to the front of the class on unsteady feet. There was an unnatural sereneness about him, like he'd stepped out from a meditative trance with Nirvana.
“My... You sure are a lively crowd today, aren't you?” he marveled, despite observational evidence to the contrary. “That's good. But you need to settle down maybe. I'm gonna show you a video... a presentation. I made it myself. I really felt like I was one with the computer today, you know. A connection, and I'm not talking the internet kind!”
Without fail, someone groaned.
Rhys, however, laughed at his clever remark, then proceeded to fiddle with the projector. He damn near broke the thing.
((OOC: I will slowly be updating the threads with more of Rhys's "special" presentation slides! So if it looks unfinished, it is because I am going to trickle them in installment by installment. Feel free to respond to them!))
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