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frankiefritz:

“I’ll do you better and have it sent to you by tomorrow afternoon Professor, I can be very punctual when I want to be so you can have full confidence it will be in your inbox on time.” Fritz pretended to glance at a watch on her wrist that wasn’t there, and raised a brow as if she was being rushed by the time shown. “Absolutely, I’ll check into that as soon as I can. I have ah, business to attend to in a few and wouldn’t want to be tardy, but it was nice of you to check in with me. See you at my next class I suppose.” She gave him one last half-assed smile before turning away. It immediately dropped into a sneer once they weren’t facing each other, she could do without another run in with Mr. Oliver however she would unfortunately still have to deal with him in her future.

“Very well!” he responded before skating off in the opposite direction, focused on catching up with another student whose academic advisor had basically resigned. He didn’t see the look on her face, even as he remarked to himself about what a lovely young lady she was.

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frankiefritz:

“It’s no problem.” The tapping of her foot was the only hint of her impatience starting to bubble inside, Fritz wasn’t one to stand around and have a conversation about something so miniscule. Anyone that knew her would know that she could hardly stay in one place at all actually, most likely due to the extreme amount of caffeine intake she had. “Yes yes, I know my options. I have no questions and trust me, I have no issues with using cadavers. If anything I believe I’d be a pro with them.” She straightened her jacket and gave a confident nod. “I’ll email you as soon as possible with my courses sir, promise. So sorry that you were left with this inconvenience to your time though.” The effort to hold back her last comment from sounding sarcastic was difficult, but Fritz managed to get through it without being too rude.

“Perfect! Aim for the end of the week, if that’s not too much trouble. Oh, and you’ll need to schedule an appointment to discuss the option of summer courses within roughly the next four weeks - they always fill up pretty quickly,” he said, mentally ticking off the boxes in the back of his mind, knowing that this student was particularly interested in idle chit chat. “No worries, you have a good day.”

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frankiefritz:

Time was short and Fritz needed as much as possible to move along in her own personal research, so what she didn’t need right now was one of the teachers stopping her to ask some mundane questions that she could do without. Nontheless she stopped in her tracks and put on a fake smile before turning around on her heels to face the professor. “Please, just call me Frankie sir, I like to keep it professional with my educators.” She frowned slightly, though it wasn’t a genuine reaction at all. “Yes I’m aware. Really? No course plan, how strange. Must be a mistake on Perry then, the man wasn’t really one for organizational habits.”

“Oh yes, of course! Sorry about that,” he nodded firmly, tucking that information away for future use. He tapped at the screen trying to figure out her major, letting out a slight sigh of relief when the relevant information popped up. “Alright, I’ll agree that’s the general consensus I’ve heard from students today - Perry really does need a better way to keep things organized. Did he go over your options with you then? I’ve been told that it’s recommended that you take at least once lab course - though I’m sure you know this. Unless you have any questions about the material or the facilities, you can just email me your selection. I suppose I should warn you that some classes require the use of cadavers starting next year, I know that surprises some students.”

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@frankiefritz ( @michaelthesmuggler )

“Miss Fritz, do me a favour and wait up!” he called out, rushing up to the student that he had recognized based only off the fact that he had a copy of her student ID open on the iPad he was holding. “Now, as I’m sure you’ve heard - Mr Perry is taking a bit of a break right now. I’m filling in,” he began to explain, slightly annoyed that another of his coworkers had vanished out of fear. “And I noticed some abnormalities in the file that Mr Perry kept for you - he hasn’t filled out your course plan, which is highly encouraged to make sure that you graduate on time.”

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swagpatrcl:

��I, uh, got pulled into an interview cause I was ‘missing’ on the night of the screening… I just don’t like when animals talk in movies… I just went running instead.” Boy shifted from one foot to the other, “Anyway, yeah… If you were looking for more info on the whole thing, you’re gonna need to ask someone else, sorry… I actually literally have no idea what happened at all.”

“Don’t worry I wasn’t going to interrogate you - unless you’re worried that I was going to ask about how you’re doing,” he joked, a slight grin flashing across his face before settling into a more serious expression. “How are you doing? I understand that this must be rough for you, but remember my door is always open and I’m willing to listen.”

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nathanielliu:

Nathaniel turned and smiled at Jimmy as he heard his name called. “Yeah, no, classes have been going pretty good so far. It’s been an interesting first year. Can’t tell you how many essays I’ve gotten that reference what’s been going on but, um, hey, if that’s what gets them to write, so be it I guess.” Nathaniel gave a nervous chuckle. “In all seriousness though, I’ll probably stop by soon. It’d be nice to get to know another faculty member better and, uh, you know, it’d be nice have a friend to chat to.”

“I can’t even imagine, this place has been thrown into chaos over the last few weeks - the kids need an outlet now more than ever,” he grinned. “I’ve been trying to figure out what to tell the students who wants to know from a psychological point of view what’s the best way to cope with the whole thing and I’ve come up empty.” The smile widened and he shimmied a bit, “Well, I’m always around and I like to consider myself a friend to all.”

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When the body of Emmy was found everyone was off doing their own things - what was Jimmy the campus’s most beloved professor doing? Well keep reading to find out.

From where he sat in the corner of the room, Jimmy could see the memories of a story that ended long ago play out in his mind’s eye. 

"No. I won't put our safety at risk, to fight in a war that will never be won!" The shouted words echoed through the memory as if a million voices had been sent to remind him of his failings. "There's no safety to protect," came the growled words from a love that he had done wrong so long ago. Looking up Jimmy could almost picture Edward standing in front of him, in all of his youth but the other was gone and only ghosts were life. He should have fought for him then and in whispered voice he sends out a prayer, "If there's a god, they'll let you know."

Standing up, he walked over to the bookshelf and pulled off a photo album. "I put myself back back in the narrative - I stopped wasting time on fears. If I live another fifty years it's not enough," he whispered to himself, fingers tracing over the photos of friends long gone, of the fight that he had fought in memory of the love of his life. He could feel the presence of the other, almost as though he was watching if only for a few moments.

"I interview ever protester who fought by our side," he said, running fingers over old pamphlets as he flipped through the album. Landing on the page that showed the woman he had always considered a second sister, his smile softened for a moment as a wrinkled finger came up to wipe away a tear. "I rely on Angelica, while she's alive we tell your story," he whispered as he smiled down at the image.

"And I'm still NOT through, I ask myself what you would do if you had more time. And the Lord in his kindness he gives me more time." He flipped the page, looking down at the pages with something akin to pride. "I speak out against homophobia, you could have done so much more if you only had time." He's frustrated now, slamming the book closed and placing it back on the shelf. As he pauses he thinks of something else that makes him proud.

"Can I show you what I'm proudest of?" He asked despite knowing that he wouldn't actually get a verbal answer. Pulling out another photo album, he headed to the couch and sat down. Opening to the first page, he grinned down at the happy young faces that stared back at him. "I helped to raise hundreds of children, I get to see them growing up. In their eyes I see you," he said, fingers tracing over the pictures of the foster children he had taken in over the years.

"Oh I can't wait to see you again, it's only a matter of time," he said, tears openly streaming down his face at this point. In the distance, he could hear his home phone ringing - the Dean set to announce the tragedy that had happened on their very campus.

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@nathanielliu

“Nathaniel, wait up! I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” he called out, running up behind the younger professor, flipping onto the wheels of his shoes once he was halfway there. “How are classes going? I know things have probably been rougher this semester, so if you need help or someone to rant to - my door is always open, okay?”

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Jimmy John Oliver : A Long Life Not Yet Over

There was time that Jimmy went by James, but that time is long gone - packed away with distant memories of a love lost too soon. Now he hides his broken soul behind quirks that could be disguised as an old man that’s on the edge of insanity or the grasp of dementia. Those who have known him long enough can remember the friend that he used to live with, can remember the stolen kisses in a world that wasn’t ready to accept love between two men. And they can remember the cheerful song of a bird loved by two people - two people who had been swept away by a merciless cupid.

And those same people can remember the heartbreak etched into every movement after the love was taken away. Who can blame him for shattering so profoundly? They had planned out a life together - dreams seemed woven into the fabric of who Jimmy was. Dreams of a house filled with children’s laughter, with the joy of a family who didn’t care about the slurs spray painted on the garage door by those that couldn’t accept that they were difference. And in an instant those dreams died, buried in a graveyard that he couldn’t stand to visit for the pain was overwhelming.

In lieu of properly mourning, Jimmy threw himself into his work as he fought to have the lgbt community land onto equal footing with everyone else. And it wasn’t an easy thing to do - he watched the AIDS crisis take several of his friends, suffered through a world that was cruel simply out of ignorance with nobody by his side. And over the years, Jimmy saw all of the flaws of the world - watched them vanish as people changed their minds leaving only an echo of the discrimination that had once taken place.

And with the same eyes, he watched new issues arise - listened to students with concerns that he had never even considered. Fought for them to be treated equally - even as his voice was dismissed because he was simply an old professor who had grown too soft. And all this time, he kept a notebook - a list of concerns, of issues, of information that deserved a second look. Never once considering that there was a better way to store it, just knowing that there were people out there still needing a voice.

If he had to live without him, he wasn’t going to do so quietly.

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notthathamilton:

“Oh… she can just do that? In the middle of the year?” Artemis asked, surprised. She didn’t know how working for a school worked, but that seemed odd to her. “I was just coming to check to make sure my graduation was on track. If I need to fit any more courses in, the last day to register is next week.”

“Well I believe they’re making exceptions considering the circumstances,” he said, with a frown - the staff was beyond terrified and were fracturing due to the threats. “Well, that’s done easily enough, let me just pull everything up and have a looksy.” Opening the software was a bit of a struggle but once it was up he noticed something that was off. “Well my dear, it seems like she was trying to count one course towards two requirements that can’t be layered like that - so you need a social work credit in order to graduate. I would recommend either the intro course or based on your other courses, the course about dealing with minors. Let me find the course codes - ah yes. SW101 or SW403.”

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richieandrews:

“Yes, I am. That’s my middle name, Richie Joker Andrews, at your service, sir,” Richie replied, tipping his imaginary hat at the other. He snorted at his response and nodded. “And now you’re in your sixties, sounds about right,” he replied. “That… Does not sound right.” 

“Interesting choice in middle name there,” he commented. “I’m Jimmy John Oliver, paid to be at your service.” He grimaced at the reminder of how old he had gotten - memories of being twenty and carefree filled his mind - and how he wished he could go back to those days. “Unfortunately, yes time gets us all in the end. It does, hmm? Perhaps there was something else in those brownies.”

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richieandrews:

“Fellow kid?” Richie asked, a single brow going up as he looked at the old man that rolled up on wheelies. “Pretty sure you haven’t been a kid since the great depression, old man,” he replied with a scoff. “What are you on? And where the fuck can I get some?” he asked the professor with a laugh. 

“Oh you’re a really joker, aren’t you?” He grinned, at the other. “My mom my have been around in the Great Depression but this boy wasn’t born til the hippy sixties.” Feeding the small bird a nut, he shook his head slightly, “I am on the joy of life.”

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freaknatured:

❛   that’s  a  bit  of  an  exaggeration.   we  don’t  really  look  that  alike.   ❜   the  first  thing  going  through  the  junior’s  head  is  why  the  student  counselor  is  carrying  around  a  paintball  gun  on  campus.   damn,  you’d  think  security  would  be  INCREASED  with  all  this  murder  and  stuff.

“Oh, that’s not what your classmates think - I’ve heard some nasty words used,” he said, throwing the paintball gun from hand to hand until he accidentally pulled the trigger causing a bright blue splatter of paint to appear on a nearby locker. “Walk with me calmy, pretend that you don’t know what that is.”