Time Warp: Doing the Big Apple or May I Have the Next Dunce?
Jan 30, 2014 15:18:14 GMT -5
Post by Matthew Rowland on Jan 30, 2014 15:18:14 GMT -5
September 2035
New York
Back To School Night
For a long time, the event seemed like too much for him. How was Matthew supposed to speak to all of those parents? It was bad enough that his second-in-command decided to catch something; they were supposed to be his voice for this event. But the task being difficult meant he was going to try that much harder to make it work. He’d dealt with similar situations all his life; one little event where a voice was needed was not going to stop him, the headmaster who couldn’t speak.
Luckily, there was always technology. He had prepared various banners and things to decorate the school. If need be, he could use his ability to make the audience see what he needed to. Lucky for him, he was able to target many more people now. If he was sure whether it would freak out certain people or not, he would have spoken that way, but decided less was more this time.
The various teachers and upperclassmen who chose to help out were at their manned stations, and six o’clock was rolling near. He looked over his office for a few things and rushed off, dressed up in a navy suit, white button up, pink tie, navy pants, and dark brown dress shoes. He had to look his best.
This event showed their main office that they, the headmasters, could handle the job that they insisted on, that they could handle any and everything thrown at them. It went well with the others in Virginia, Texas, South Carolina, Missouri, California, and Utah over the past decade. Those headmasters were great at what they had done: weird questions, rudeness and resentment, the works. Something he looked forward to becoming in his home state for a long time. He knew how to handle most of those instances, seeing as he was a product of most of them himself. When he was dragged off to Hammel all those years ago, he hated it. And at one point, he wanted it gone. But a few words from his mother and father set him on the right path, the path he was at right now.
This night was more hectic than the first day. By now, students were able to tell their parents everything that had been happening at school, what SoAndSo did to them the previous week, and how that one kid set his desk on fire (Matthew was good with that one; he handled it like a pro).
He breathed in heavily and headed to the main entrance to great all the parents. He was completely nervous, but he knew he could do it. He adjusted the “Headmaster Rowland” badge on his left side and smiled, welcoming the parents and family to the Hammel Institution of New York.
( Hiii! So, feel free to throw your charries anywhere in the school. Think of it as a normal Back To School night, so teachers can be present, administration, concerned parents and their kids, the works. )
New York
Back To School Night
For a long time, the event seemed like too much for him. How was Matthew supposed to speak to all of those parents? It was bad enough that his second-in-command decided to catch something; they were supposed to be his voice for this event. But the task being difficult meant he was going to try that much harder to make it work. He’d dealt with similar situations all his life; one little event where a voice was needed was not going to stop him, the headmaster who couldn’t speak.
Luckily, there was always technology. He had prepared various banners and things to decorate the school. If need be, he could use his ability to make the audience see what he needed to. Lucky for him, he was able to target many more people now. If he was sure whether it would freak out certain people or not, he would have spoken that way, but decided less was more this time.
The various teachers and upperclassmen who chose to help out were at their manned stations, and six o’clock was rolling near. He looked over his office for a few things and rushed off, dressed up in a navy suit, white button up, pink tie, navy pants, and dark brown dress shoes. He had to look his best.
This event showed their main office that they, the headmasters, could handle the job that they insisted on, that they could handle any and everything thrown at them. It went well with the others in Virginia, Texas, South Carolina, Missouri, California, and Utah over the past decade. Those headmasters were great at what they had done: weird questions, rudeness and resentment, the works. Something he looked forward to becoming in his home state for a long time. He knew how to handle most of those instances, seeing as he was a product of most of them himself. When he was dragged off to Hammel all those years ago, he hated it. And at one point, he wanted it gone. But a few words from his mother and father set him on the right path, the path he was at right now.
This night was more hectic than the first day. By now, students were able to tell their parents everything that had been happening at school, what SoAndSo did to them the previous week, and how that one kid set his desk on fire (Matthew was good with that one; he handled it like a pro).
He breathed in heavily and headed to the main entrance to great all the parents. He was completely nervous, but he knew he could do it. He adjusted the “Headmaster Rowland” badge on his left side and smiled, welcoming the parents and family to the Hammel Institution of New York.
( Hiii! So, feel free to throw your charries anywhere in the school. Think of it as a normal Back To School night, so teachers can be present, administration, concerned parents and their kids, the works. )
