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Post by mimiriter on May 9, 2011 12:10:08 GMT 10
Mimi had gotten out of lunch duty (again- honestly, she didn’t know how the hell she managed it) and the last thing she wanted to do was to grade papers. She could basically sit down and guess, based on names, what everyone was going to score, anyways; if she could get away with it, she’d do so. But because she couldn’t, the obvious answer was procrastination and the best place in the school to go to escape was the library. She’d been spending a lot of time in there, lately; ever since things with Marco ended, she didn’t feel comfortable in the teacher’s lounge. Actually, she didn’t feel comfortable many places at all. It wasn’t that she was upset, really- sure, at first she was a little miffed, but now she just didn’t want to deal with it. Too much drama. They’d both made a mistake and there was no point in dwelling. And then, well- then there was just the fact that seeing him would mean that she’d have that overwhelming desire to just tease the hell out of him.
As she made her rounds in the library, her gaze settled on a student, and her brow quirked. Count on Ruby to be studying. Mimi liked Ruby, but the girl studied too much. Upon closer examination, she noticed that Ruby was studying for her class and she chuckled. Of course. Without a word, Mimi settled in the chair opposite of the girl and reached forward, slamming the French book shut and pushing it off the table. “Qu’est-ce que tu fais?” she questioned, shaking her head. “There’s absolutely no reason why you should be studying for my class. C’mon, girl.”
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Post by ruby on May 10, 2011 0:56:42 GMT 10
   | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,315,true] Avoidance seemed to be the flavour this month. While it was true that Ruby did have a lot of homework to do, her reasons for being in the library had a lot more to do with the fact she didn’t really want to face anyone, than the fact she wanted to be conjugating French verbs. However, that also didn’t mean she was pleased when she was interrupted. Frowning, Ruby looked up at her French teacher. Tilting her head to the side. “Aren’t teacher’s supposed to be encouraging you to study?” She asked, though she didn’t expect a serious answer.
Ruby knew the woman well enough to know that she would not get a chance to return to what she was doing so she put down her pencil. “It might not seem like it to you, but if I don’t fail I will probably fail your class.” She stated matter-of-factly. Then Ruby tended to believe she would fail all her classes if she didn’t burn herself out studying so that wasn’t an indication of how bad she was at French, just the expectations she had in herself and lack of self belief. Which were only worse with all the stress she had at that moment. A lot of the pressure she felt was her own doing though.
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Post by mimiriter on May 10, 2011 5:56:54 GMT 10
Mimi furrowed her brow as Ruby countered her actions with a crack at her teaching skills, and shrugged a shoulder. She was a good teacher in the sense that her students learned- she figured that was enough. As far as being a role model was concerned, well, she probably wasn’t the greatest figure. Sure, she was doing fine for herself. She was making a living and knew how to get what she wanted (for the most part) and didn’t give a fuck, which were all things she considered to be positives but figured no one else exactly shared in those thoughts. After all, she’d just helped another of Ruby’s teachers (she was assuming- she didn’t know the girl’s class schedule) cheat on his wife and she was disrupting a student’s studies. Oh well.
She rolled her eyes in an over-dramatic fashion as Ruby mentioned failing her class. ”Jesus Christ, you’re paranoid,” she commented, huffing a sigh. ”Ruby, you’re one of my best students. I’m not gonna let you fail. You study too much. And yeah, I know that I’m a teacher and I should be telling you the opposite, but really. You need to relax. Have fun. I feel stressed out just looking at you.”
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Post by ruby on May 10, 2011 15:43:07 GMT 10
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,315,true] Ruby frowned at her French teacher. She wasn’t that uptight. She just... Oh who was she kidding. At that moment she was completely uptight. Instead of coming back with an argument as to why she wasn’t uptight, Ruby just sighed. “The last time I relaxed and had fun..” She paused, not sure how to go on. Was telling your French teacher about losing your virginity really appropriate. “Well. Let’s just say it ended badly...” She continued, her tone a little bitter. “I just need to get through the end of the year.” She noted, picking up her pen and reaching for her book. “If it stresses you to look at me... well just don’t?”
Ruby didn’t expect that it would work. In fact she was expecting the teacher to do something obnoxious like confiscate her pen or something. Though, she had to admit, the company was nice. Thatcher had been looking at her like she was a dying puppy since she had told him about Bradley, and the environment at home was strained. So it was nice to talk to someone who wasn’t on edge.
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Post by mimiriter on May 14, 2011 11:02:37 GMT 10
Mimi cocked an eyebrow, expecting a decent anecdote to explain the last time Ruby had fun, but found herself a little disgruntled at the actual words. This girl probably didn't even know how to have fun. That was astonishing to someone like the teacher, who thrived on entertaining herself, whether it be through sex or random mental games or sudoku or trying to see how short of a dress she could manage at work without getting yelled at by the principal. Ruby seemed to be a very modest young woman but what was the fun in that? Mimi was that damn teacher who taught students how to say curse words on the first day of school in French just to loosen everyone up. She wasn't going to let this kid just... Keep being uptight.
Mimi sighed, tucking a curl behind her ear. "You don't look happy," she stated matter-of-factly, "It's my duty as a teacher to take into account the kids' best interests and studying is not in yours. You need to find someone and go bowling with them, or putt-putting, or bar hopping, or sex partying, or whatever the hell it is you kids do these days. I swear. I don't even like bowling but if I don't see a visible change, I will drag you bowling and if you don't behave I will fail you. Not even kidding." She leaned back in her seat, folding her arms over her chest. "What'll it be?"
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Post by ruby on May 15, 2011 0:18:24 GMT 10
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