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savetheearth2013-05-20 06:01 pm
entertainaplanb) wrote in savetheearth2013-05-20 06:01 pm
[action, open-ish]
Who: Becky Samson; anyone who'd plausibly be at the elementary school for part one, and anyone at all in part two
Where: third-grade classroom, then a pharmacy
When: Monday, after school (mid/late afternoon)
What: Paper-grading! And dealing with Echoes.
It'd been nearly a month. Becky had been starting to hope she was done with the vertigo-like thing. And then it happened three times over the weekend. She'd say it's about half things she can ignore and half not.
In any case, she has things to do after her students go home for the day; there's only about three weeks left in the school year, and their homework isn't self-grading. It keeps her there for a good couple hours, after which she has a couple errands to run before she goes home.
For some reason, one of them includes examining boxes of disposable gloves at the pharmacy. She has a half-box at home, but she can't shake the feeling that she really ought to have purple ones, not the plain latex.
Maybe it's just as well. People do have latex allergies, after all.
(Wherever you do catch her, you'd be forgiven for thinking she got engaged over the weekend; the ring on her left hand is new. It's a simple thing, silver or white gold, with a pair of diamonds set catty-corner to each other.
She found it in her pocket when she got home from the art gallery on Saturday. Maybe, in that case, wearing it isn't such a good idea - the fact that it's a perfect fit for her left ring finger is definitely a little weird - but she couldn't bring herself to leave it at home.)
Where: third-grade classroom, then a pharmacy
When: Monday, after school (mid/late afternoon)
What: Paper-grading! And dealing with Echoes.
It'd been nearly a month. Becky had been starting to hope she was done with the vertigo-like thing. And then it happened three times over the weekend. She'd say it's about half things she can ignore and half not.
In any case, she has things to do after her students go home for the day; there's only about three weeks left in the school year, and their homework isn't self-grading. It keeps her there for a good couple hours, after which she has a couple errands to run before she goes home.
For some reason, one of them includes examining boxes of disposable gloves at the pharmacy. She has a half-box at home, but she can't shake the feeling that she really ought to have purple ones, not the plain latex.
Maybe it's just as well. People do have latex allergies, after all.
(Wherever you do catch her, you'd be forgiven for thinking she got engaged over the weekend; the ring on her left hand is new. It's a simple thing, silver or white gold, with a pair of diamonds set catty-corner to each other.
She found it in her pocket when she got home from the art gallery on Saturday. Maybe, in that case, wearing it isn't such a good idea - the fact that it's a perfect fit for her left ring finger is definitely a little weird - but she couldn't bring herself to leave it at home.)