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It was a bright and cheery afternoon; the zephyr blew in light breezes — except at occasional intervals, when it was increased by a gentle gust of wind which swept up the halls (for it is in Smash Academy that our scene lies), rattling along the desktops, and gently agitating the notebooks of the students that struggled against sleepy boredom.
A man hirsute of face and swole of body stood outside a doorway, and pawed at Blue's door with his hand.
"Mama," he said. "Mama, can I come in?"
Dear Reader, this is not the normal series of events, for Our Hero is typically acclaimed a Man of Action, tarrying not at mere doors, but instead bursting through the the strength of one who knows not the churlish bonds of private discretion. | |
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[You would just see Connor, on the screen, unimpressed. He would make this very brief, for sure.]
I do not know who's idea it was to turn one of the supply closets into a bathhouse but none of it was brought to my attention.
The bathhouse might be harmless but the supplies in the closet are now unaccounted for.
I would very much appreciate it if anyone could inform me where those supplies are. | |
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As I'm sure many of you are aware by now, a bath house has opened for school use. I hope you all will take this opportunity to soak and relax to ease your stress before finals begin.
However, the bath has no separation between the genders. This may not be a problem for all, but I'm sure it will be for some. Thusly, I have drafted a suggestion for a schedule.
5AM-7AM Female 7AM-9AM Male 9AM-11AM Other 11AM-6PM All 6PM-8PM Male 8PM-10PM Female 10PM-5AM All
Naturally, I've no authority to make this schedule official, but I hope all can agree that the proposition is fair, and an attempt to make our peers feel satisfied and safe.
If you've any suggestions, questions, or objections, I welcome them. The more people that pitch in their thoughts, the faster we can come to a satisfying decisions that suits everyone's needs! | |
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This is completely hypothetical, trust me.
Okay so say you had some guy who was bugging you, to, say, I don't know, work out more and frankly you couldn't give too much of a care about doing that because you look just fine as you are.
And let's say, hypothetically, you had a weird dream last night about firing custard out of say, I don't know, a catapult or a cannon but probably more likely the first one.
What would be the best kind of material to built said custard-firing contraption with?
As a note this is completely hypothetical and I would never support such a thing. If, however, you come up with a good answer, you will get bonus points in my class.
Again, thank you for indulging this hypothetical situation.
Have a good night.
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