Detective Rosa Diaz (
died8yearsago) wrote2018-09-30 08:41 am
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Office #26; Sunday [09/30].
Holding her office hours at the least minute on the day when most people were focusing on getting out of town or making the most out of their visit with their family and friends before they left was a brilliant idea, if you asked Rosa, and she felt quite smug about it, of course, because no one could accuse her of not holding office hours and she figured the chance of anyone still coming in was slim to none. What would she even talk to a parent about, anyway? She honestly couldn't remember the names of any of her students until she glanced at a roster, and then she couldn't tell you who was who, though she could maybe make a few decent guesses. And she didn't think it mattered, anyway. No one was going to come by on the last day.
But the door was open in case there was someone obnoxious enough to do just that, and they'd find the Bad Ass Bitch Survival Guide teacher there at her mostly empty desk, feet up, idly making use out of a dart board she'd put up on the opposite wall. With ninja stars, though, not darts.
She figured that would effectively show anyone who came in what sort of person they were dealing with right from the get-go. It would ultimately help save time, really.
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But the door was open in case there was someone obnoxious enough to do just that, and they'd find the Bad Ass Bitch Survival Guide teacher there at her mostly empty desk, feet up, idly making use out of a dart board she'd put up on the opposite wall. With ninja stars, though, not darts.
She figured that would effectively show anyone who came in what sort of person they were dealing with right from the get-go. It would ultimately help save time, really.
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And she tossed it toward the board with a flick of her wrist, sinking it easily into the cork. No point in putting in the effort of pretending she knew what she was doing, here; might as well be honest and hope someone complained enough that she could stop doing it.
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Because seriously?
It got a little harder to not care when you now had to worry about someone throwing your weapons around with their minds or magic or whatever. But she felt she was doing a pretty decent job of not showing it.
"Part of my assignment here," she said. "And if I'm stuck teaching something, I figured I might as well make it good."
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"It certainly seems more useful than some of her other classes, at least in potential," he allowed. "What weapons will you be covering?"