WHO : Jen Evans and Open. WHAT : Grading papers, preparing finals, being generally productive. WHERE : High School Math classroom. WHEN : After school. STATUS : Thread/Incomplete. RATING : TBD
Jen was fully aware of the drama that was blowing up all over the school. For the most part, she tried not to judge students based on the things that were said during these dramatic outbursts. It was her job to help them keep their grades up and to teach them about numbers, nothing more and nothing less. Rarely did students come up to her with personal issues, which suited Jen just fine. She had always been a social outcast in her own right during her high school years. What sort of advice could she give any student about how to deal with high school drama?
So, she tended to stay out of it all. It had been nearly an hour after school had ended when Jen noticed she was still in her classroom wrapping things up and writing up questions for the finals. Each subject naturally required a different test, and it was up to her to put together a fair test that took into account everything covered during the year as well as creating a test that wasn't going to have them all failing if they studied the notes she kept giving them in class. Jen rubbed at her eyes and decided that staring at a test paper for more than thirty minutes at a time was seriously detrimental to her health. She sighed and pushed the paper away before she heard someone coming in through her door.