Tyler Durden (
tyler_gone) wrote2009-01-05 08:21 am
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Office #18, All Day Monday
A new semester and new class meant Tyler should probably actually go to his office and do work, especially since he still needed to brush up on his own history before he could inflict his knowledge on anyone else.
Mostly, this meant he was paging through A People's History of the United States and counting how many ways people who didn't look like him had gotten screwed over. The answer seemed to be "a lot."
The office door was open.
Mostly, this meant he was paging through A People's History of the United States and counting how many ways people who didn't look like him had gotten screwed over. The answer seemed to be "a lot."
The office door was open.
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watch the embarrassmentsupport a friend teaching sex ed, Tony just so happened to find his way to Tyler's office."I met your teaching partner," He said in lieu of a greeting.
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zomgmoddedchairs. "Which is very nice of him. You might want to explain more about modern times to him."no subject
He sipped his coffee. "And besides, he's supposed to come by today to write the syllabus."
He did not say 'so there,' but his tone did.
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Stereotypes R Us, apparently.
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Even if he couldn't use his celebrity to get them into clubs. He still had lots of money to do that.
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Oh, the smirk. It was so smug.
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Given the past few days, he'd consider that to be a good thing.
"A drink costs a day's wages," he said, mostly bemused, as he stood in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. Really, he just felt like he ought to share.
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He stood and gestured to his guest chair. "Come in, by the way."
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A pause.
"Provided, of course, that the school will be paying me more than twenty dollars a week."
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He considered it. "You should probably go over your contract with Principal Zoe. Principal Winchester." He knew the "Principal Zoe" thing was adolescent, but that was always going to be her name in his head.
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He seemed to find this regrettable indeed.
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"I don't think we'll be able to find a way to work soap into the annals of history, no. Maybe we ought to just stick with the introductions. Those seem straightforward enough. Name, age, and something historical, for the sake of sticking to the topic."
He really had no idea what he was doing. Faking it, maybe.
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A little. A lot. He was going to have to stop by the library some time this week in order to get himself caught up. Somewhat.
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Other than 1876.
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Not very far, Nathan. Not very far.
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