[ All in all, you're just another brick in the wall. ]

[dashboardlite]

Who: All the teachers.  All of them.
Where: First floor; Teachers' Lounge
When: May 5th, in between classes, during breaks, before/after school.
Rating: TBD.  Teachers can have such potty-mouths.
Summary: A decent-sized room for a large school filled with kids and staff.  Students, beware venturing into this unknown territory unless explicitly seeking

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[angel_junk]

The door opens with a slam and science teacher Bhamba enters the room, frown in place, coffee and bagels targeted with much determination.

After helping himself to both he retreats into a corner, muttering angrily to himself or anyone who comes close enough to become privy to his tirades.

"The chemicals. It must be the chemicals. Something that is slowly destroying their brains, otherwise I have just no excuse for that amount of stupidity..."

[neverhadenough]

"I don't know about that," Tulio mumbles into his mug, expression thoroughly unamused. "We're only on vocabulary right now and half of them can't remember how to say buenos días. I've lost hope in humanity."

He adds more sugar to his coffee, making a face.

"You think they'll start testing people to approve procreation?"

[bone_genius]

You think they'll start testing people to approve procreation?

"God I hope so. I'd like to have one entire class of students who are capable of thinking before I die."

Ms Brennan sips from her favorite yellow mug and puts it down on top of a notebook on the table.

[viral_tyrant]

After taking a drink of his pitch black coffee, he turns to the others and grimaces. "I would have to agree. I may as well be lecturing to a class full of goldfish."

He closes his eyes, rubbing his temples and hoping the day will go by quickly.

[angel_junk]

"Goldfish are quiet and easier to flush down a toilet," Bhamba mutters before immersing himself in the task of consuming his food and drink.

[bone_genius]

Ms Brennan chuckles at the comments from Mr Wesker and Mr Bhamba. Now she's imagining all of her mindless students with goldfish faces. Beautiful.

She lifts her coffee cup from her confiscated notebook and notices she's left a ring on the heavily doodled cover. She frowns, then looks up, almost shyly, to Mr Wesker.

"Mister Wesker, may I borrow your napkin?"

[viral_tyrant]

He replies to Bhamba's comment with a smirk. "I wish I could do the same with these students. It baffles me how a number of them even excelled this far in their education."

His attention is drawn to the notebook on the table in front of Ms. Brennan as she asks him a question. "A student drawing in class instead of paying attention, I presume." He hands her his napkin, eyebrow raising at seeing her expression, the smirk turning into a smile.

[bone_genius]

She smiles appreciatively at Mr. Wesker as she takes the napkin. "Thank you." She wipes the coffee from the notebook's cover, but there's already a stain. Sigh.

"Reading. It looks like one of those notebooks where students write letters to each other and then pass it on. Definitely wasn't paying attention, though. And I haven't read it for fear of what I'll find. He looked very embarrassed when I took it."