[ 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

Comments

[bone_genius]

Ms. Brennan was just walking in after her class as Mr. Winchester voiced his request. She SLAPS! a notebook with a heavily doodled cover (and a few coffee rings) onto the table, sets down her lunch bag, and then sits across from him.

"How about egg salad?"

[dashboardlite]

"Anything's better than a smiling cephalopod," he grimaces, pushing his bag across the table to her. "Last week it was Hello Kitty. I'm seriously starting to question Cas' selections."

[bone_genius]

She opens the box and smiles.

"It's so cute!" She immediately begins to eat, although those smiling cephalopods will get to keep smiling... since she's a vegetarian.

"So how did your photosynthesis lecture go over?"

[dashboardlite]

Dean demolishes half of the egg-salad sandwich before answering. "Unfortunately," he chuckles, "I don't think that the kids are all that into the xylem and phloem, and they'd probably tell you that ATP is some kind of all-terrain vehicle rather than a light-dependent transference of energy."

He uncaps a bottle of water and fiddles with the top. "How 'bout you? Any bright-eyed, bushy-tailed overachievers yet?"

[bone_genius]

She's still laughing at Dean's comments about his class when she answers.

"Oh, I have a couple. But I'm still trying to figure out which ones are genuinely interested and which are simply nose-browning." Or whatever it's called.

"How is basketball going?"

[dashboardlite]

"Brown-nosing," he corrects automatically, taking a sip of water. "Basketball is...ergh." The expression should be enough of an indicator.

"It could be...better? Most of them aren't exactly into teamwork, and I got a few members of the Disciplinary Committee on there, and they keep tryin' to take charge whenever someone acts up. It's messin' with my groove."

[bone_genius]

She nods to acknowledge his correction but is otherwise unfazed.

"That sounds frustrating. I have to agree that The Disciplinary Committee can be rather intense. I would suggest you speak to the head of The Committee if they get out of hand, but..." Does she need to finish?

She furrows her brows. "But how does The Disciplinary Committee's presence on your basketball team cause problems with your ability to dance?"

[dashboardlite]

Yeah. Right. Like he's going to risk having some kid beat the ever-loving shit out of him. He'd lose his job if he followed his instinctual reaction of fight back.

Castiel would kill him if he lost his job, and that is so much more terrifying than anything else out there.

"It's-" he sighs with a slight laugh, dropping his head and rubbing the back of his neck. "...It's a figure of speech. It just detracts from me as a teacher and educator, which...is what schools are all about, right?"

[bone_genius]

She nods. "Right. And I understand. As the teacher, you should be in charge of keeping your class in line. If you aren't, then why would your students take anything you say seriously? I wish The Disciplinary Committee understood this."

She looks down and sighs. "Plus, I have to say that I am not fond of the violence The Committee employs. I have one boy who has been beaten very brutally for not conforming. It's heart crushing. I'm genuinely worried about his physical well-being."

[dashboardlite]

"Kids are getting beaten up?"

Oh, he is so not cool with that.

"Jesus, you think they'd send them straight to the principal's office. I dunno how I feel about the violence. Haven't seen any first-hand, but if I do, I'm gonna put my foot down."

[bone_genius]

She nods again. The image of that poor boy, so bruised and sad, stirs distant and foggy memories in the far corners of her mind. Maybe something similar happened to her when she was in school. She can't quite remember.

She half-smirks at Dean. "Just don't be surprised if they break said foot if you put it down." Not that she has any idea what stomping in front of someone will do to help the situation...

[dashboardlite]

"I'll survive," he grumbles into his drink. Arrogant kids on power trips just aren't right.