The perils of summer, Ghanima had discovered, was that it got harder and harder to convince herself to go into the office when she didn't need to.

There was sun. The temperature was approaching something mildly acceptable. Really, being cooped-up in her office, with no windows, was a crime, especially with the mood she was in ( Read more... )

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Ghanima supposed, as a responsible instructor, that it was her duty to spend at least a little time in her office today for the friends and family of the graduating seniors ( Read more... )

Ghanima's class had finished on Monday, and most of her work for both summer sessions was already done, but she was in her office anyway, seated on the floor playing chess with herself.

[Open, OCD free, and SP applies.]

It was almost a relief to be in her office, away from the boring confines of her suite. As... entertaining... as the events of the previous weekend were, Ghanima had absolutely no desire to make Elaine or Noree part of her future any time soon.

And Alexander? Really? Whatever reality that was could stay a future imperfect and never come to ( Read more... )

Since she'd be chaperoning the Prom tomorrow, Ghanima decided today was as good a day as any to hold her office hours. She wasn't exactly expecting anyone, but she still had class notes to write, and knives to sharpen ( Read more... )

The endless winter of the Americas was starting to grate on Ghanima. Constantly cloudy, constantly chilly... if the island did not relocate somewhere more interesting for the summer, she was going to be vastly annoyed.

Still, there were notes to review, and a class for the summer to write. At least all the paperwork would give her something ( Read more... )

The sun was out, it was warmer than it could have been, and Ghanima had quite enjoyed the walk up to her office from town this morning. Another few weeks, and the weather might actually resemble something sensible ( Read more... )

Sometime Saturday afternoon, posters began appearing around town, courtesy of a frighteningly cheerful Ghanima.

Take Your Best Shot
Fandom Fight Club
Sunday Evening, Atlas Gym

or

You Aren't As Good As You Think You Are
Fandom Fight Club
Sunday Evening, Atlas GymShe took a step back to admire her work, smiling for a moment before moving ( Read more... )

It was a Friday, which meant Ghanima was in her office again. This time sketching out ideas for a summer class inbetween jotting off letters to home.

If by 'sketching out ideas' you meant 'throw things at options on the wall until something sticks', anyway.

'Ware the flying knives!

[OOC: Open door, open office, and SP is ze rule. It is " ( Read more... )