The utmost comfortable room within the walls of Valevay High School, hands down was the Teacher Lounge. Yes, they were indeed spoiled rotten with their cozy couches, puffy armchairs that you could just sink into, and their smorgasbord of numerous snacks stored in a corner pantry that catered from the health nut Kirrell’s to those of the clogged artery Bradley’s! The room wasn’t there just for the instructors to laze around, it was a calming homey environment for those instructors that spent hours upon hours after the students were released from their day of torture for them to grade papers and prep for the following days lessons!
The West Wing Teacher Lounge was perhaps the most boisterous of all the Lounges located within each section of the academy. The teachers matched their group of students this year spot on! They had a bit of everything from the kookiest personalities to the strictest. Most of them knew each other rather well having taught at Valevay for years. Though a few of them were first timers at such a prestigious school, such as Miss Goshe, they seemed to be fitting in rather well thus far. However this was only the beginning of the year, it would only get rougher from here on out! It wasn’t unheard of for a teacher or two to leave unable to handle to strict and stressful way of life at Valevay, as it was also normal to lose a chunk of Students as well – transferring over to their neighboring High School, Martin Van Buren, to finish out the rest of the year in order to graduate on time!
The West Wing Lounge was quickly filling up with teachers as the day’s lessons came to an end. Bradley’s typically energetic daughter was kaput with the fun packed day of giggling and running about her dad’s class while his student’s tossed a large beach ball about in rounds of introductions. It was one of the few day’s her dad brought her along to class with him, so she made the most of her time getting to know all his students that were almost like a huge family in the tiny girl’s eyes. The small child slept soundly curled up in one of the many cozy armchairs while her father –free of his earlier tutu- chatted up his fellow instructors over their interesting group of student’s this year.
“Well, we’ve got quite the colorful group of kids this year. Literally!” Bradley commented to no one in particular. Most of the teachers had the same group of pupil’s on this end of the school and surely their pink, blue, red, gold and even white heads hadn’t flown under the others radars. Though their choice of hair colors wasn’t what had taken the trophy for most shocking surprise for Mr. Bradley. No another student had won that Trophy! It was Chuck Wilder! Out of all his years of teaching he’d yet to see an infamous Wilder attend Valevay, and here came one waltzing into his class the first day of school taking a seat beside his most prized student to boot! This was certainly going to be an interesting year.
The West Wing Teacher Lounge was perhaps the most boisterous of all the Lounges located within each section of the academy. The teachers matched their group of students this year spot on! They had a bit of everything from the kookiest personalities to the strictest. Most of them knew each other rather well having taught at Valevay for years. Though a few of them were first timers at such a prestigious school, such as Miss Goshe, they seemed to be fitting in rather well thus far. However this was only the beginning of the year, it would only get rougher from here on out! It wasn’t unheard of for a teacher or two to leave unable to handle to strict and stressful way of life at Valevay, as it was also normal to lose a chunk of Students as well – transferring over to their neighboring High School, Martin Van Buren, to finish out the rest of the year in order to graduate on time!
The West Wing Lounge was quickly filling up with teachers as the day’s lessons came to an end. Bradley’s typically energetic daughter was kaput with the fun packed day of giggling and running about her dad’s class while his student’s tossed a large beach ball about in rounds of introductions. It was one of the few day’s her dad brought her along to class with him, so she made the most of her time getting to know all his students that were almost like a huge family in the tiny girl’s eyes. The small child slept soundly curled up in one of the many cozy armchairs while her father –free of his earlier tutu- chatted up his fellow instructors over their interesting group of student’s this year.
“Well, we’ve got quite the colorful group of kids this year. Literally!” Bradley commented to no one in particular. Most of the teachers had the same group of pupil’s on this end of the school and surely their pink, blue, red, gold and even white heads hadn’t flown under the others radars. Though their choice of hair colors wasn’t what had taken the trophy for most shocking surprise for Mr. Bradley. No another student had won that Trophy! It was Chuck Wilder! Out of all his years of teaching he’d yet to see an infamous Wilder attend Valevay, and here came one waltzing into his class the first day of school taking a seat beside his most prized student to boot! This was certainly going to be an interesting year.