09-12-2018, 10:35 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]For Gabe, school had been...school. It was almost the entirety of his social life and 85% of his stress, but it was also why, when he retired from a military career comprised primarily of classified files, he returned as a newly appointed principal. As a teenager, he'd known the many imperfections of public school, how exams became everything when they shouldn't have been; looking back, they deserved to learn more about how to navigate their own lives, deserved to build a foundation for the future that wasn't steeped in multiple-choice questions that would never amount to anything. They deserved to discover their own passions and skill-sets, rather than bend beneath the pressure to excel in every subject regardless of importance. He could remember the kids whose lives revolved around whatever letter they came out with at the end of the semester, and the kids whose eyes went wide with genuine fear when their GPA wouldn't match their parents' standards. It was a shit-show, and while working as a principal wouldn't change the system, he could still make a positive impact on the pond down here.
It wasn't easy. The board was a pain in the ass, and he had to deal with teachers bringing up complaints about things outside of their purview. He made certain they were kept well-supplied, but the influx of complaints about Des had Gabe repeatedly smashing the giant stress button on his desk. As revenge, he tended to hold longer meetings, although occasionally, that backfired, since it meant he had longer time with them. But it wasn't all bad so far. He hoped not, at least; he hadn't held his position for a year yet, but he'd made better strides than the last principal, whose departure had caused no ripples whatsoever. Gabe didn't want to be "Mr. Reyes" who had little to no impact on the lives of those in his community. He kept things casual.
Admittedly, there were a few times respect became an issue, but that was more the fault of his parenting skills than his administrative ones. Because Lazarus was a shit and Gabriel was going to kick his ass. He glued every damn thing on Gabe's desk. He glued the fucking papers down.
He stormed down the hallway, typically neat curls now draped across his forehead from how many times he'd just about torn his hair out glaring at the mess of his desk. Instead of finding Lazarus, he came across some dawdling students, unsurprisingly accompanied by Des. "Moon," he started, reining in his anger because it wasn't meant for these kids, before getting side-tracked by the bruise darkening up the side of his face. Fucking hell. Was it the damn football players again? Gabe knew he should've cracked down harder on the coach for the loose reign over the athletes. "Go check in with the nurse. Des, I'll foot the pizza bill, just send it into my office." Exhaling, he took a second to identify the other students, glad to see Peri around, although he'd have to keep an eye on Thea. Again.
"Josephine," Gabe said, dark gaze on Feyre, though not unkind, "this is a good crowd. You have any issues, you can bring them to me. In the meantime, I have plenty of asses to kick and not enough time, so I hope to see you around later." With that, he set off at a brisk pace, determined to find Lazarus and withhold this week's supply of sticky buns.
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It wasn't easy. The board was a pain in the ass, and he had to deal with teachers bringing up complaints about things outside of their purview. He made certain they were kept well-supplied, but the influx of complaints about Des had Gabe repeatedly smashing the giant stress button on his desk. As revenge, he tended to hold longer meetings, although occasionally, that backfired, since it meant he had longer time with them. But it wasn't all bad so far. He hoped not, at least; he hadn't held his position for a year yet, but he'd made better strides than the last principal, whose departure had caused no ripples whatsoever. Gabe didn't want to be "Mr. Reyes" who had little to no impact on the lives of those in his community. He kept things casual.
Admittedly, there were a few times respect became an issue, but that was more the fault of his parenting skills than his administrative ones. Because Lazarus was a shit and Gabriel was going to kick his ass. He glued every damn thing on Gabe's desk. He glued the fucking papers down.
He stormed down the hallway, typically neat curls now draped across his forehead from how many times he'd just about torn his hair out glaring at the mess of his desk. Instead of finding Lazarus, he came across some dawdling students, unsurprisingly accompanied by Des. "Moon," he started, reining in his anger because it wasn't meant for these kids, before getting side-tracked by the bruise darkening up the side of his face. Fucking hell. Was it the damn football players again? Gabe knew he should've cracked down harder on the coach for the loose reign over the athletes. "Go check in with the nurse. Des, I'll foot the pizza bill, just send it into my office." Exhaling, he took a second to identify the other students, glad to see Peri around, although he'd have to keep an eye on Thea. Again.
"Josephine," Gabe said, dark gaze on Feyre, though not unkind, "this is a good crowd. You have any issues, you can bring them to me. In the meantime, I have plenty of asses to kick and not enough time, so I hope to see you around later." With that, he set off at a brisk pace, determined to find Lazarus and withhold this week's supply of sticky buns.
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[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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