Glee | Me & My Shadow & Our Disarray | Faculty (1 of 7)
Started my daily ficlets to make the hiatus pass, then decided to keep going with a 2nd cycle, and then a 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th and 11th cycle. Now cycle 12!
Yes, another hiatus is upon us! I'm working to plan out those summer cycles, so if you have things you would like to see get written, pleeease drop by the suggestion box. The link is further down!
This is another 7-chapter story! :D Chapter 1 of 7
"ME & MY SHADOW & OUR DISARRAY"
Faculty
This was by no means the first time this had come to happen at McKinley, but it had not grown in appreciation with anyone. All along it had merely been a mild nuisance though. Eventually it came to an end and everything went back to normal. So as unpleasant as most of them found it, they just ran with it and - mostly - kept quiet.
The whispers had grown filled with gossip in the teachers’ lounge, rivalling their student body even. Soon it turned to fury and panic as they realized two of their least favorite events would come to pass within the same period of time. The word ‘cataclysmic’ had been thrown about a few times.
The first event, the nuisance, was Mr. Nussbaum’s “Shadow” assignment. A number of students, on rotation, from his various classes, would be paired with one faculty member they were to shadow for a week. It was generally preferred by the students, who would get to skip out on classes.
The second event was a less common one but hardly to be written off and, if they were lucky, it would be routine and not requested externally: Faculty review. In this case, it was routine, it just so happened that it was terribly, terribly scheduled. Principal Figgins had been getting regular visits from one teacher or another, asking ‘kindly’ that he do something about this. He couldn’t, or at least wouldn’t run the risk of coming off as though there was something to hide. So the schedule remained.
So the day came, nestled right in the middle of shadow week. They hadn’t known the exact date, wouldn’t until the day itself, a fact Figgins had had difficulty getting his staff to believe. And when the day did come, no one noticed at first, too busy with dealing with their shadows to notice the small white-haired woman making her initial walk through the facilities.
She came by the gym, peering in. The Cheerios were on one side, the basketball team on the other. The woman was quickly drawn to the bullhorn cries of the cheerleading coach, but also those - echoing all on their own - of the female contingent of the cheerleaders, who gave no mind to the booming-voiced coach and instead bickered and shoved at one another.
On the other end, the situation was different but by no means and less strange. The coach, for a reason she honestly did not understand, was dressed kind of… properly, she supposed, but didn’t seem too comfortable, and he would try to ever-so-carefully adjust, leaving the team to continue their drills on their own. The woman carried on her way down the halls.
She was nearly bowled over by a redhead skittering along - the guidance counsellor, yes. Her wide eyes were threatening to burst, and her delicate hands were kept close to her body almost for fear that they should ever touch anything and/or anyone. She went along, never noticing the white-haired woman as she went by, but then neither did the next woman who also came very close to too close. This was the recent hire, the badminton coach and astronomy teacher, Brenda Castle. She’d read her file and noted immediate concerns. Now seeing her in person, she saw those had not been premature. She appeared oddly distressed and as though she’d lost something.
As she carried along, the woman encountered the Spanish teacher-turned-Glee Club director, pacing down the hall with conflict in his eyes so over-powering that it created tunnel vision. By the time the inspector had reached the principal’s office, she’d seen her share of oddities, and then she’d opened the door, finding the man, staring into a mirror at the outfit and hat he seemed to have just put on. He froze.
“What is going on?” the woman asked.
THE END
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 1] [Cycle 2] [Cycle 3] [Cycle 4]
[Cycle 5] [Cycle 6] [Cycle 7] [Cycle 8]
[Cycle 9] [Cycle 10] [Cycle 11]
[Cycle 12]
[232] [233] [234] [235] [236]
[237] [238] [239] [240] [241]
[242] [243] [244] [245]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Me & My Shadow & Our Disarray"
Pairing: None; Faculty
Rating: G
Summary: It's chaos at McKinley, for one day with the faculty and an assignment...
Spoilers: 117 Bad Reputation-ish
Yes, another hiatus is upon us! I'm working to plan out those summer cycles, so if you have things you would like to see get written, pleeease drop by the suggestion box. The link is further down!
This is another 7-chapter story! :D Chapter 1 of 7
"ME & MY SHADOW & OUR DISARRAY"
Faculty
This was by no means the first time this had come to happen at McKinley, but it had not grown in appreciation with anyone. All along it had merely been a mild nuisance though. Eventually it came to an end and everything went back to normal. So as unpleasant as most of them found it, they just ran with it and - mostly - kept quiet.
The whispers had grown filled with gossip in the teachers’ lounge, rivalling their student body even. Soon it turned to fury and panic as they realized two of their least favorite events would come to pass within the same period of time. The word ‘cataclysmic’ had been thrown about a few times.
The first event, the nuisance, was Mr. Nussbaum’s “Shadow” assignment. A number of students, on rotation, from his various classes, would be paired with one faculty member they were to shadow for a week. It was generally preferred by the students, who would get to skip out on classes.
The second event was a less common one but hardly to be written off and, if they were lucky, it would be routine and not requested externally: Faculty review. In this case, it was routine, it just so happened that it was terribly, terribly scheduled. Principal Figgins had been getting regular visits from one teacher or another, asking ‘kindly’ that he do something about this. He couldn’t, or at least wouldn’t run the risk of coming off as though there was something to hide. So the schedule remained.
So the day came, nestled right in the middle of shadow week. They hadn’t known the exact date, wouldn’t until the day itself, a fact Figgins had had difficulty getting his staff to believe. And when the day did come, no one noticed at first, too busy with dealing with their shadows to notice the small white-haired woman making her initial walk through the facilities.
She came by the gym, peering in. The Cheerios were on one side, the basketball team on the other. The woman was quickly drawn to the bullhorn cries of the cheerleading coach, but also those - echoing all on their own - of the female contingent of the cheerleaders, who gave no mind to the booming-voiced coach and instead bickered and shoved at one another.
On the other end, the situation was different but by no means and less strange. The coach, for a reason she honestly did not understand, was dressed kind of… properly, she supposed, but didn’t seem too comfortable, and he would try to ever-so-carefully adjust, leaving the team to continue their drills on their own. The woman carried on her way down the halls.
She was nearly bowled over by a redhead skittering along - the guidance counsellor, yes. Her wide eyes were threatening to burst, and her delicate hands were kept close to her body almost for fear that they should ever touch anything and/or anyone. She went along, never noticing the white-haired woman as she went by, but then neither did the next woman who also came very close to too close. This was the recent hire, the badminton coach and astronomy teacher, Brenda Castle. She’d read her file and noted immediate concerns. Now seeing her in person, she saw those had not been premature. She appeared oddly distressed and as though she’d lost something.
As she carried along, the woman encountered the Spanish teacher-turned-Glee Club director, pacing down the hall with conflict in his eyes so over-powering that it created tunnel vision. By the time the inspector had reached the principal’s office, she’d seen her share of oddities, and then she’d opened the door, finding the man, staring into a mirror at the outfit and hat he seemed to have just put on. He froze.
“What is going on?” the woman asked.
THE END
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 1] [Cycle 2] [Cycle 3] [Cycle 4]
[Cycle 5] [Cycle 6] [Cycle 7] [Cycle 8]
[Cycle 9] [Cycle 10] [Cycle 11]
[Cycle 12]
[232] [233] [234] [235] [236]
[237] [238] [239] [240] [241]
[242] [243] [244] [245]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Me & My Shadow & Our Disarray"
Pairing: None; Faculty
Rating: G
Summary: It's chaos at McKinley, for one day with the faculty and an assignment...
Spoilers: 117 Bad Reputation-ish