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Out of Bounds - Chapter 34

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"I got a job!" I told Harry Tuesday afternoon on the phone. I knew he was getting ready to head out the door for work, so I wanted to catch him.

"That's great!" he exclaimed. "When do you start?"

"Tomorrow. They need someone right away, but they're wiling to take me half a day until school's out."

"Wonderful. I'm so happy for you, love."

"Thanks," I beamed.

On Monday I had gone to the temp agency to speak with a woman there about possible job placement. She sent me on an interview on Tuesday after school with a small real estate office. I felt like the interview had gone well, and by four o'clock I'd gotten the call that I had the job. I was so incredibly relieved.

"I'm off tomorrow so when you get home, I'll take you out to celebrate," said Harry. "Our Japanese restaurant if you'd like."

"Yes, I'd like that," I replied.

Soon after I hung up the phone, Penny arrived home. I told her the good news as soon as she walked through the door.

"Oh, I'm so happy for you, baby doll," she expressed as she embraced me in a tight hug. "I knew things would work out for you."

"Thanks, Penny."

"So here's the plan," she said as she set her purse on the kitchen counter. "My band has a gig on Saturday, the 20th. I'd love for you and Harry to come. And I was thinking we could sort of celebrate Christmas together before Zack and I leave for his parents' the next day."

"That sounds like fun," I smiled.

Penny narrowed her eyes and sucked in her lips as though she was afraid to say the next thing.

"I thought we could exchange gifts," she said hesitantly.

"That's fine," I nodded.

"Are you sure? We don't have to, Tisa. I know you're kind of watching your money right now."

"It's fine," I repeated. "No problem."

"Perhaps we should set a limit?" Penny offered. "Say, twenty-five dollars?"

I felt my shoulders relax. "That's a good idea."

"Okay," Penny grinned. "Good."

I cooked dinner that night for Penny and me, and then we watched a little television before heading to bed. Tomorrow was a big day.

And a big day it was indeed. Jacobson popped a quiz on us that I had not been prepared for, but I suppose that's why they call it a pop quiz. I left the classroom feeling like I had a 50/50 chance of passing it. Harry kissed me goodbye, wishing me luck on my first day on the job before heading to his next class. The temperature had dropped tremendously over the last week, so I pulled my hood over my head and walked to the snack bar for some hot cocoa.

English class was almost as bad as History. No pop quiz, but Professor Lloyd had us write a trial paper of sorts about our last book. Unfortunately I wasn't fully caught up on it yet, so I couldn't write as much as I would have liked. But luckily it wasn't for a grade.

Already feeling unnerved about the day's events, I stopped at Penny's to have a quick lunch before heading to work. There was something else that was weighing on my mind, but I pushed it aside so that I may clear my head for my new job.

All of my nerves and anguish washed away when I walked into the small office. The lovely woman with whom I had interviewed named Geraldine greeted me, immediately showing me to my desk. She showed me the basics, which I already knew, but I enjoyed listening to her speak. She then ushered me through the office, introducing me to everyone including two of the lead real estate agents (the third was out of the office), an older woman from the accounting department, and the IT guy. Then we stopped into the break room where she offered me some coffee. I poured myself a cup before returning to the reception desk.

My afternoon went by fairly quickly, and before I knew it, it was time to go home. Everyone waved goodbye to me on their way out, and then Geraldine showed me how to switch the phone to night mode, turn out the lights and lock the doors. I followed her out to the parking lot where she patted me on the back and said she'd see me the next day.

Penny happened to be climbing the stairs to her apartment just as I was. She giggled when she saw me, our coming home together a first.

"How'd it go?" she inquired.

"Great," I nodded. "Very pleasant."

"Good! That's just what you need."

I wasn't in the door ten minutes when my phone rang.

"How was your first day?" asked Harry when I answered.

I chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I said. "I just got finished telling Penny. I guess it just feels great to have people care about me."

"Well, of course we do," Harry conveyed with a smile in his voice. "So I take it it went well."

"Yes, very well."

Before we hung up, Harry said he was on his way to pick me up so we could go to dinner. I knew I needed to talk to him about the thing that was bothering me. And I couldn't put it off.

"So Penny asked if we could get together on the 20th," I said as I spread wasabi on my sushi. "To see her band play and exchange gifts."

Harry nodded, taking a sip of tea.

"Yeah, Zack mentioned that. I'm off that night so it sounds good to me."

"Okay. Did he mention the price limit?"

"There's a price limit?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Well...yeah..." I paused. "Twenty-five dollars. But I think it was more for my benefit because Penny knows I can't spend very much."

"Tisa, you don't have to get me anything," said Harry. "You don't have to get any of us anything."

"But I want to," I muttered.

Harry smiled softly, reaching his hand across the table to cover mine.

"I know. I'm just saying you don't have to. Especially if it puts you in a bind."

I swallowed hard before releasing my hand from his grasp and placing it in my lap.

"Speaking of that..." I hesitated. "I need to ask you something."

Harry sat up and looked at me intently. "Sure."

"Um...well...I hate to ask you for a favor. But my car payment is due the fifteenth. That's Monday. And with me just starting this job -"

"Of course, Tisa," Harry interrupted. "I told you anything you need, I can help you with."

My shoulders dropped. "I promise, it's just until I get my paycheck, and then I can pay you back."

He held up his hands. "No worries. It's totally fine."

"Thanks."

"Tisa," said Harry, crossing his arms in front of him on the table, "there's something I haven't told you. Not because I was keeping it a secret, it just never really came up or I just didn't think it was important."

I furrowed my eyebrows as he leaned forward.

"I have money. I'm not wealthy by any means, but I....have enough to live on for now. When I was born, both my parents and my grandparents set up savings accounts for me. By the time I turned eighteen, both were substantial amounts, particularly my grandparents' because they had started putting in double the amount before they passed away. When they did pass away, I was left a lot of money from them. I got half when I turned eighteen, and I get the other half when I turn twenty-one."

"Wow," I whispered.

"Yeah. I mean, just to give you an idea, my parents' savings account alone pays for my college. All of it, including books."

"Damn," I muttered. "Then...what about your job?"

Harry shrugged. "I work at Mikado's because it's the right thing to do. I'm not going to be living off of my grandparents my whole life. My paycheck pays my rent and some of my other bills. But I do have that savings that I can use if I need it."

I pursed my lips. "And now you're giving some to me."

"Yes," he nodded. "Because you need it. And I'm in the position to help you."

"And take care of me," I said under my breath.

"What?"

I shook my head. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I love you, Tisa."

I smiled as I grabbed my water glass. "I love you, too."

The rest of the week went well. No more pop quizzes, and I was able to catch up on my reading for Lloyd. My job was going great so far, and I felt like I would continue liking it there.

Harry was off on Friday, and mostly because I was exhausted, we decided to do a little switcheroo. Penny stayed with Zack, and Harry came and stayed with me. I felt a little guilty making him sleep on the pull-out sofa bed with me, but he assured me he didn't mind and honestly, I would have felt weird using Penny's bed. By nine o'clock I was so tired, so we just laid on the bed and watched television until I dozed off. I didn't even know when Harry had turned off the TV or the lamp, and the next thing I knew he was in the kitchen cooking breakfast.

I got up and used the restroom, then I walked into the kitchen behind him, wrapping my arms around him.

"Mmm," I sighed, resting my hands on his bare torso. "Good morning."

"Morning," Harry replied, his voice still raspy from sleep.

"Whatcha making?" I asked, peeking around him.

"Pancakes."

"Yum!" I exclaimed as I watched him flip one in the pan. "I haven't had pancakes in forever."

"Here you go then," said Harry, adding the one he'd just finished to a pile already made on a plate. "Enjoy. Your coffee's ready too."

I grinned at him as I grabbed a fork from the drawer and took the plate to the table. Then I took a mug down from the cupboard and poured myself some coffee. When I sat down, I dropped slaps of butter on each layer of pancakes before nearly drowning them in syrup. Harry then joined me at the table, doing the same to his pancakes.

I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the savory delight.

"Good?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Delicious!" I said my mouth full. "Thank you, baby."

Harry leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "You're welcome."

"How come you're so good to me?" I asked when I swallowed.

Harry chuckled, an confused smirk on his face.

"What do you mean? You're my girlfriend. I love you. I enjoy making you happy."

I bit my lip, suddenly regretting my words.

"I know. I'm sorry. I appreciate it."

Harry sat back and continued eating, though I could tell his body had not relaxed. Finally, after a few minutes he spoke again.

"Please don't ever doubt my love for you," he said.

"Oh, no, baby, I'm not," I shook my head. "I didn't mean it that way, I'm sorry."

"And please don't ever feel like you don't deserve to be treated right," he added. "Because you do."

My face softened into a smile as I nodded. "Okay."

The rest of breakfast was light and pleasant, though I couldn't shake the feeling that I had ruined it. I did not doubt Harry's love for me. He showed it tenfold daily. I supposed his second statement was somewhat true, however. Not that I felt like I didn't deserve to be treated well. But I'd gotten so used to being taken care of, a part of me was curious what it was like not to. It was all so backwards and twisted, and I shook my head, trying to rid my brain of such thoughts.

It was the last week of school before the Christmas holidays. Finals week. And my final week. It felt a bit surreal, and also bittersweet. I was glad that I had been able to complete a semester of college, and despite a rocky start in English and having missed practically a week of school from my illness, it looked as though I would reach my goal of making all A's. But even though I was proud of my efforts, it seemed to me that it was all in vain since I wouldn't be able to continue classes the next semester.

Harry did his best to try to assure me it had still all been worth it, even without reminding me that it was because of school that we'd met in the first place. Of course I was grateful for that, and I couldn't shake the solemn feeling that had I not signed up for fall classes, I'd probably still be living with James in a sexless marriage, with no knowledge of him cheating on me. Still, knowing that I wouldn't be returning to school left me with an emptiness inside.

One fortunate thing about it all, a silver lining I liked to call it, was that I would be able to work full-time at my new job and start earning the money I so desperately needed. Taking steps toward independence was what I wanted most, and a major part of what was going to get me through my divorce.

Thursday morning after our Sociology final and Crawford wishing us all Happy Holidays, I was zipping up my backpack when I heard the faint sound of my name being spoken behind me. I turned around to see Charice standing there, an intimidated look on her face. I quickly gazed around the room, surprised she wasn't with her ever present friend Leslie, but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Hi," I said softly.

Charice sucked in her lips and pulled the straps of her backpack tightly around her shoulders.

"Um..." she stumbled, "I just...wanted to apologize. You know, for the whole Britney thing."

I raised my eyebrows. "Not your fault."

"I know...but...it's just...she was kind of my friend. Actually, not really my friend. More like a friend of a friend." Charice shook her head. "Anyway, I was mean and I see now it was uncalled for. I'm sorry."

I blinked. "Well...okay. Thanks."

Charice gave a nervous smile and nodded toward Harry who was standing behind me.

"Sorry," she muttered again.

With that, she turned for the door. I glanced back at Harry who mimicked my shrug. We walked together out of class, stopping for the last time at our fork in the sidewalk. I swallowed hard, remembering many other times we said goodbye at this very spot. I remembered the time I wanted him to kiss me, the time he skipped his next class so he could drive me to that clearing to have sex in his car, and the day he'd told me in class that he'd professed to Zack that he was falling in love with me and I'd felt so nervous, confused and elated when I'd kissed him on the cheek. One more day of school left - my History and English finals - but this would be the last time I'd make the journey to this spot.

I felt Harry squeeze my hands, obviously recognizing that I was deep in thought.

"You okay?" I heard him ask.

"Yeah," I nodded, looking up at his face. Then I let go of his hands and wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. "I really love you," I breathed into his chest.

I heard him sigh as he ran a hand through my hair. Then he clipped my chin with his finger to look up at him again.

"I really love you too."

He then kissed me softy before leaving for the Science building. As I turned toward the parking lot, I caught sight of Charice again, her face lit up with a pretty smile. She hesitantly lifted a hand to wave, and just as I waved back, Liz walked up next to her, noticed me as well, and gave her own generous wave.

School was over. The History final was either extremely easy, or I'd just studied so well that it seemed like it was. Professor Jacobson graded them as we turned them in, and I got an A as did Harry. Jacobson grinned at us as we left the classroom, wishing us the best and a Merry Christmas. Professor Lloyd's final was an essay on the last book we'd read, and although she hadn't graded them yet, I felt like I'd done well.

Harry had to work Friday night, and though he'd invited me to come up to Mikado's, I told him I had to pass. Now that I was working too, I was tired much earlier than usual and my body and brain weren't quite used to my new schedule just yet.

Saturday afternoon Penny and I arrived at Zack & Harry's, ready for our Christmas festivities, gifts in hand, except for my present to Harry which of course I was saving for Christmas day. I'd ended up finding him a vintage Rolling Stones shirt on ebay for a good deal that didn't blow my budget. For Zack I got a set of Cards Against Humanity, and I got Penny a pretty makeup palette.

Because Zack and Penny were going to be leaving the next day, I figured it would have been odd for me to stay alone at Penny's apartment, so I brought enough clothes with me to stay with Harry for the week. Although he tried not to show it, I could tell he was beyond happy. I hadn't made a decision yet about moving in with him, so I kind of thought this would be the next best thing - a trial move-in so to speak.

After a nice early dinner, which included nearly two bottles of wine, we gathered in the living room to open presents. Penny insisted everyone open hers first.

"Penny!" I exclaimed as I pulled the velvety material out of the gift bag. It was a beautiful chenille throw in a deep shade of purple. It was so soft, I immediately held it to my cheek.

"Do you like it?" she asked, on the edge of her seat.

"Yes!" I threw it around my shoulders, cuddling close to Harry so he could feel it. He grinned at me and kissed me on my cheek. "Thank you, Penny," I told her.

"You're welcome."

Zack gave me a great coffee mug with my name on it, and some delicious smelling gourmet coffee. I thanked him as well and gave both him and Penny tight hugs and kisses.

"I hate that I have to miss seeing you two exchange gifts," Penny pouted when everyone else had opened their presents.

I eyed her because she knew what I'd gotten Harry. But I also wondered if she knew what he'd gotten me. I had to admit that I was both anxious and nervous to open his gift. I hoped he hadn't gotten me something extravagant, but knowing his financial situation I knew there was a possibility he had.

"I guess you'll just have to see when you get back," I smirked as I stood up from the sofa.

I excused myself to go to the restroom before we headed out to the bar to see Penny's band. I was already feeling the effects of the wine, but I knew we still had a long night ahead of us. Her band still had to set up and Penny had told us we didn't have to come as early, but we all insisted it was fine because we wanted to go together. We would just sit and have drinks before the band played.

"Harry!" I heard Penny exclaim as soon as I opened the bathroom door. "Are you going to ask her to marry you?"

"Shhh!" Harry sounded. "Keep your voice down."

I quickly stepped back and pulled the door, leaving it open just a crack. I could feel my pulse racing and my heart beating so loudly I was sure they could hear it in the other room.

"Is that what you want, man?" Zack inquired.

I didn't hear Harry's voice reply, but instead Penny piped up again. "More importantly, are you sure that's what Tisa wants?"

"What do you mean?" asked Harry.

"I mean, she's been through a lot. Her divorce isn't even final yet. Maybe she just wants to get her own life together before merging with someone else's."

I felt myself nodding in agreement at Penny's words. I loved Harry so much. But I wasn't ready to get married again. I hadn't even given him an answer to our moving in together yet, and he was planning on proposing? The idea made me very uneasy.

"I know I want her," I heard Harry declare. "I want to be with her. I want to take care of her."

"Maybe she doesn't need someone to take care of her," Penny commented.

If I hadn't been trying to hide behind the bathroom door, I would have run out and hugged Penny. She knew exactly how I felt. Instead, I stood frozen in the bathroom, waiting to hear Harry's next words.

"You don't think I should?" he asked meekly.

"I don't know, man," said Zack. "Maybe wait til her divorce is final?"

"But that's a month away," Harry argued.

"Listen, baby doll," Penny began. I caught a glimpse of her walking across the room through the crack of the door. "Tisa loves you. I know that, as sure as the sun does shine. But try to put yourself in her shoes. She's been in a dead-end marriage for a long time. This is the first time she's been on her own, gotten to be her own person."

"I know," agreed Harry. "I understand that."

"Do you really?" Silence filled the room until Penny continued with a sigh. "Look, I can't tell you what to do. And I can't tell you what Tisa will say. She might say yes. Just...keep in mind that this isn't easy for her."

"I don't want anything to be difficult for her, Penny," said Harry. "I want her to have everything she deserves."

Deciding I'd heard enough, I cleared my throat and stepped out of the bathroom. Penny gave me a nervous look before breaking into a soft smile.

"Ready?"

"Yep," I nodded, grabbing my jacket.

I followed everyone outside and got into Harry's car. Other than the sound of the radio, we drove silently for a while. After a couple of songs, Harry looked over at me and grabbed my hand. I wondered if he knew that I'd overheard their conversation, but concluded that he most likely didn't and was only contemplating his own worry in his head. He lifted my hand and kissed my fingers, giving me a grin. I returned his smile and sat back in the seat. It would do no good to worry about this tonight when we were going out to have a good time with friends.

Penny had been right about everything. But the comment she was the most correct about was that I loved Harry. Did not wanting to marry him mean I didn't love him as much as he loved me?

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A Day In The Life

requesred by this genius anon: “Aight imma hit you with a good one: Literally everything as platonic, but a day in the life of reader in high school with the minor gang (too my, tubbo, ranboo) and all the faculty at the school are dreamsmp members”

Platonic! Minors gang (tommy, tubbo, ranboo and purpled) x reader

trigger warnings: none

premise: a day in the life of a student at the DSMP public high school

{with all the shit that goes on the smp there's no way it could be anything but a public school}

{also if I do things slightly off or something its cause my high school is weird, we only have four blocks a day, but I think most have seven, so we’re going with that}

{also the dream/george thing, is based on two of the sciences teachers at my school being suspected of having an affiar}

{Full teacher list:

English: Mr. NotFound

Drama: Mr. Soot

Spanish: Mr. Dream (its mexican dream lol)

Gym: Coach Sapnap and Coach Punz

Home ec: Miss Nihachu

Music: Mr. Quackity

Chemistry: Mr. Halo}

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Home room: Mr. Callahan

You sighed, trudging toward the school entrance, god it was way to early for this.

The halls were already crowded with people heading to there home rooms, and Mr. Minecraft, the principal, was standing outside the admin offices, greeting everyone with a smile.

“Good morning, (y/n).”

“Good morning Mr. Minecraft.” You grumbled as you passed.

You hurried through the foyer and up the stairs, toward Mr. Callahan’s room.

“Hey!” Tubbo called, hurrying down the hallway, “(y/n)!”

“Hey Tubbo.” you yawned.

He fell into step with you, “You think Callahan will actually show today?”

The one good thing about your home room teacher is that none of the kids ever seemed to have seen him. It meant that some days, while other home rooms had lectures of bullying or something, your class got to hang out for 30 minutes.

“I don’t think he even exists.” Purpled said, falling in on your other side.

“He definitely doesn’t.” You agreed.

History: Mr. Blade

“Hey (y/n)!” Ranboo called from his seat at the front of the room as you came in.

He was lucky enough to have moved homerooms and ended up getting the same room as his first block.

“Hello Ranboo.” you sighed, sitting down in your seat next to him.

Tommy came in and plopped down behind you, “Well you sound like shit.”

“No swearing in my classroom, Tommy.” Mr. Blade chided, hardly looking up from the book on his desk.

You turned to look at Tommy, “It’s too early for this.”

“You say that everyday!” He laughed.

“Yeah! Cause this class starts at 7:45 in the god damn morning!” You half exclaimed.

“Bloody hell you’d think you’d get used to it-”

“Tommy, what did I say about swearing?” Mr. Blade cut Tommy off.

“But you didn’t yell at (y/n)!” Tommy yelled, “That’s not fair Tech!”

Me. Blade glared at his brother, “Do you want me to send you down to Phil’s office Tommy?”

“I didn’t even do anything!”

After a moment under Mr. Blades glare, Tommy sighed, “Please don’t send me down to Phil.”

The teacher didn’t respond, instead standing up and moving to stand in front of the board, queuing up the intro slides for the day, “All right everyone, settle down. Today in our ‘tour of the ancient world’ or whatever, we’re going to start our mini unit on Greece.”

Statistics/Math: Mr. Was Taken

After a class that ended mostly in a rant about the myth of Heracles, you said goodbye to Ranboo and Tommy and met up with Purpled to head to math.

Mr. Wastaken was already passing out the notes when you two got there, sliding into your seats at the back of the classroom just as the bell rang.

“You’re late.” He chided, dropping the papers onto your desk, then Purpleds.

“Purp needed to refill his water bottle.” You explained.

“Seriously?” Mr. Wastaken questioned, “Dude, it’s second block, why the hell was your water already empty?”

Purpled shrugged, “P.E?”

“Ehh, wrong, Sapnap doesn’t have you till sixth period.”

“Stairs... are murder man.” He fumbled.

You nodded, “First floor to the fourth floor is tough Mr. Wastaken.”

Rolling his eyes, the teacher moved back to the front of the room, “Alright, last nights homework was a bit of a flop so we’ll be more review for the quiz tomorrow.”

You groaned internally, pulling out your pencil.

Purpled nodded, “I fuckin hate review days.”

“I can hear you, you know!” Mr. WasTaken half yelled.

Chemistry: Mr. Halo

After Math you and Purpled headed down to the science hall to meet back up with Tubbo to head to Chem.

“Welcome back everybody!” Mr. Halo greeted cheerily, “Good to see smiling faces for chemistry!”

How he managed to stay so upbeat, no one would ever know.

You sat down at your lab table with Tubbo, “You think we actually make it to doing the lab today before he starts talking about Mr. Skeppy again?”

“Oh no chance.”

You chuckled, pulling out your notebook as Mr. Halo pulled up the opening review before the lab.

Twenty minutes later found you elbow deep in the lab, quite literally.

“It was supposed to just be a small scale elephants toothpaste!” Mr. Halo cried.

Purpled grinned, “You should’ve taken my wildcard factor into account sir.”

You laughed, wiping the foam off your apron (thank god for lab aprons), “That was brilliant!”

A few minutes earlier, Tubbo had helped him do out the math to scale up the experiment by 20%, and you had willingly given up your own materials to help.

Now most of the classroom was covered in the foam, and Purpled and the girl who had been unfortunate enough to be partnered with him were knee deep in it.

“I sent the video to the groupchat.” Tubbo whispered.

“Good.” You chuckled again.

Mr. Halo groaned, “You three start cleaning this up, Elizabeth, dear, why don’t you join a different group.”

“I volunteer to switch with her!” Drista yelled, “they look like fun!”

Mr. Halo sighed, “No- no absolutely not- I can’t deal with you added to the mix.”

Drista pouted, the rest of the class went back to there work, and you, Tubbo and Purpled began to clean up the foam.

Drama: Mr. Soot

As Purpled left for his history class, you and tubbo headed twoard the music/performing arts suit, where you met up with Ranboo.

“Tommy said he wished he could’ve been there to see the foam.” Ranboo reported as Tubbo peeled off into the band room, and you both continued on to the green room.

“Hello, Hello, Hello!” Mr. Soot greeted in an aussie accent (you know the one).

“Oh god please say were not doing accents today.” Ranboo muttered.

Mr. Soot laughed, “Nah, we’re going to do some more rounds of improv.”

“Oh thank god.” You said as you moved to take a seat at one of the side tables.

“That would have been hell.” Ranboo agreed.

More people poured into the room, take seats all around as Mr. Soot began to dig through on of the closets.

As the bell rang he let out a triumphant cheer, turning around and brandishing a very large bowl of paper slips, “I found the prompts!”

“Oh dear lord.” Ranboo muttered.

“Mr. Soot can we please do like, anything else?” You asked, “Like scenes, or hell I’d even take monologues, you know we’re all shit at improv!”

The teacher sighed, “I suppose we could do something else. I guess we can begin our next topic, you’re all going to be assigned scenes and given time to practice them, we’ll present on Friday!”

The entire class breathed a sigh of relief that you had managed to change his mind.

~~ English: Mr. NotFound

After a very chaotic lunch full of Tubbo retelling a bunch of jokes Mr. Quackity had told during music, you trudged off to the one class that didn’t have any of your main group of friends in.

The one good thing about having Mr. NotFound as a teacher was that he had no clue what he was doing.

More often then not you would be left to do essays or read the required books, and then watch the movies that went along with them.

And, just your luck, your English block happened to take place during Mr. Wastaken’s prep period.

“Right, everyone, today’s a work day, finish up anything you need to for this class, or another, and I’ll put on a movie.” Mr. NotFound said as soon as everyone was seated.

Ten minutes into the movie the teacher had left, and you pulled up the group chat.

(y/n): Mr. NotFound has yet again suspiciously left during class.

Purp: sus

Purp: just went by WasTaken’s room

Purp: he’s not there

BooBoy: I saw him down in the science hall ten minutes ago

BeEs: Science hall is oposite to English isn’t it

(y/n): yeah it is

BooBoy: very sus

Purp: I swear their having an affair

BeEs: defintly a lesbian

BeEs: *leassion

BeEs: lesion

BeEs: le-a-zon

BeEs: you know what I mean!

BooBoy: take your time Tubbo

You chuckled quietly, putting your phone down to look back up at the movie on the screen.

Spanish: Mr. Dream (its mexican dream lol)

“AYYYY kids!”

You groaned as your Spanish teacher burst into the room.

“What is with this guy?” Tommy muttered.

“ayy man not cool.” Mr. Dream said.

“Mr. Dream your ten minutes late!” Someone pointed out.

“SHut up man. And I told you just call me Mexican Dream!” The teacher said.

You frowned, “That doesn’t make sense, theres no way your first name is ‘mexican’.”

“Well its not,” He explained, “But its cause I’m the Mexican version of that math teacher!”

“Why couldn’t I have taken French like Boo and Purp?” Tommy asked the ceiling quietly.

~~ Home ec: Miss Nihachu

The last block of the day was always the best, but not just because school would be over soon.

There were three main reasons why everyone agreed it was the best.

1. Miss Nihachu was the nicest teacher in school

2. baking was done often, and everyone always got to take some home

3. it was the one class you, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled all had together.

Soon your found yourself crowded into one of the tiny kitchen areas with all your friends, as Miss Nihachu gave instructions.

“Now, if you make a mess you will be cleaning it up! I’m looking at your kitchen a!” She said, half threateningly.

Ranboo pushed away from the group, “I’m not with them I swear!”

Miss Nihachu rolled her eyes playfully, “Sure your not.”

Surprisingly, a mess was not fully made.

Somehow between Tommy wanting to taste the cookie dough at every step from butter to flour, Tubbo trying to add as many chocolate chips as he could, and Purpled all but refusing to move from where he was sitting on the counter, you and Ranboo managed to get the cookies into the oven with no real disasters.

As you wiped down the empty counter space you sighed, “That wasn’t too bad.”

“Yeah.” Tubbo agreed.

Tommy only nodded, still eating the large glob of cookie dough he’d stolen.

Ten minutes before the bell rang and when everyone was supposed to be finishing cleaning up you sniffed the air suspiciously, “Why do I smell burning?”

Tubbo took a deep breath, “I smell it too.”

“Oh yeah, something is definitly burning.” Ranboo agreed.

You whirled to face Purpled, who was absently scrolling through his phone, “Purp you did set a timer right?”

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A CBS Classic is Revived But Changes Nearly Everything (And Not In A Good Way)

“From Hollywood…it’s the game where knowledge is king and Lady Luck is queen...”

Sadly, the “knowledge” is largely gone from TBS’s revival of “The Joker’s Wild��, a classic CBS game show that rewarded actual book knowledge with cash and prizes of up to $25,000. Entertainer Snoop Dogg brought back a new version of this Jack Barry vehicle in October of 2017 and for those who remember and loved the original, this one is a huge disappointment. First, though, let me comment on the few plusses the show has.

It’s worth watching the show - once - to see the beautiful new set. Barry would have been proud (even envious). The designers created a stage that’s colorful, lively and engaging. You even hear slot machine sounds like you’d hear in a real casino. The 1990 revival had its own technology-driven machine – three TV monitors where the category wheels would “spin” but they weren’t terribly exciting to watch. At least with modern technology, the new Joker machine is something truly impressive.

Sadly, that’s where the list of positives end for me. There’s so many things about the new version of the show that I disliked upon viewing the premiere. The audience. The questions. The changed flow of play. And most certainly the host. If you’re a fan of Snoop Dogg, you’ll probably hate everything I’m about to say and dismiss me as a “hater”. Fine. But if you don’t know Snoop, you may agree with me.

Snoop’s persona – at least on the show – is that of a drug-friendly casino operator party guy with a streetwise sense of humor. That, of course, is nothing like Jack Barry or, really, any other quiz show emcee of any of the classics. Even Gene Rayburn of legendary “Match Game” fame was wild and wacky without seeming stoned. And I don’t find Snoop’s manner appealing – in the context of a quiz show. As a music performer, not being all there can add to an artist’s charisma. But not for leading a vehicle like this. (Michael Strahan of ABC’s “The $100,000 Pyramid” would have been a finer choice to helm this revival. Frankly, I can think of at least a dozen other people I’d rather had been at the helm of the new “Joker”.)

Snoop is supposed to be the main draw for the show - but with the original, it wasn't about the host. It was about the game, at least for the viewers. Jack Barry was an affable host, like many emcees of the day, but he wasn’t playing a version of himself, and a seedy one at that. He was actually trying to clean up his image, having been implicated in The Quiz Show Scandals of the 1950’s. He needed to be squeaky clean. Luckily, it worked.

A good game show host - to me - knows how to set up tension and the big moments. Snoop seems too high - or high acting - to be tense about anything. It’s all about laughs, money, and that “big-ass” slot machine. If you’re watching a game, as a viewer, you don’t want to be going, “What just happened?”

Snoop has famously said “The Joker’s Wild” was one of his favorite shows growing up, and that he used to watch it with his grandmother. Why was it a favorite? Was it the big money? The set? It looks like that the oversized slot machine what fascinated him because I don’t get the impression it was the intellect displayed by the contestants. I don’t think Snoop would have done so well as a contestant on the CBS original.

The new version of the game is not a general knowledge quiz – at least, as you’d see on “Jeopardy!” with Alex Trebek. (I wish there were more examples of knowledge game shows on American TV but they’ve all but disappeared – American TV producers presume that the average viewer doesn’t find book smarts entertaining. When I was growing up, viewers had more selections – among the better of them, “The Who, What or Where Game” and “College Bowl”. Even shows like “Gambit” or “Hollywood Squares” had questions where viewers could learn something factual.)

On the new version of “Joker” questions are more about streetwise subjects or comedic themes. The category names are too silly to recount here, but I was reminded of the equally frivolous names chosen for categories on the 2000 “Pyramid” revival with Donny Osmond (which I was glad to see bite the dust). Sometimes it’s possible to be too cutesy.

Even the 1990 version with Pat Finn, disappointing as that was, had quiz questions about real topics – they were given as definitions, where the player had to define the person, place or thing Finn read off his cards. The message Snoop’s “Joker” sends is that there's zero value in knowing school subjects or facts. With who made it into the White House in 2016, this show is suitable for a “post-fact” era.

New “Joker” isn’t even the same game structurally. Designed to fit within a single-half hour, with no carry-over champions (even the current incarnation of Family Feud with Steve Harvey lets families stay five days to win a new SUV), this version of “Joker” is a contest to see who can amass the most money during game play, not whether they can reach a particular amount. That dramatically changes the game. There are fewer moments for natural tension. A wrong answer to a question can’t be picked up by an opponent for credit, as in the original version. There is no “final spin” rule if a player reaches the winning amount before players have had an equal number of spins. And a three-Joker spin is lame, as it only counts for $500 towards a daily total. There is no Joker’s Jackpot, no five-game big payoff, and no sizzle associated with getting Jokers anymore, no matter how much the audience joins in with “Joker! Joker!! Joker!!!!”

Speaking of the audience (and the players), in scanning with my eyes, I didn’t see anyone present over the age of 30. Just a soundstage full of twenty-somethings. Snoop is probably the oldest person on that stage. The original “Joker” wasn’t so narrow in its appeal, and that might have been part of the reason it was a classic – you could see students, fathers, mothers, teachers, artists, young adults, older adults, everyone. It seems that Snoop’s version of the show basically says, “If you ain’t a club kid, or you don’t dig me, you too old.” I think lots of college students across the country who tune in “Jeopardy!” daily would disagree. (I was also non-plussed by the standing ovation at the beginning of the show – I remember when standing ovations had to be earned.)

If you ran the original CBS version of “Joker” now, it wouldn't connect with Snoop’s target audience on the TBS version, because that target audience doesn't value book knowledge – at least not in this arena. Get outta here, nerds – you’re not wanted here.

I am also not a fan of “lovely assistants” unless they “work.” It seems that these days, a female assistant (it’s always gotta be a female) is comely and attractive but doesn’t necessarily have much in the way of personality. Catch 21’s Nikki was pretty but bland also. The last show with a “lovely assistant” I could handle was “Wheel of Fortune” - Vanna White may be long in the tooth, but she has depth and seems more real. On the original CBS version, Jack handled the entire show, solo – and even the 1990 revival with Pat Finn was a single-star affair.

How could this version of “Joker” ever have been green-lighted for production? Simple - times have changed. Broadcasters and production companies are greedier than ever, and ever eager to push the envelope to get a new generation of viewers, and the eyeballs advertisers covet. I suppose some of that is to be expected, but taste seems to have been lost with it. And it borders on sacrilege to take an old brand and put something else entirely with it - it’s just wrong.

“The Joker’s Wild” was never intended to be a comedy game show. There have been other game shows that were expressly designed as humor vehicles - “Make Me Laugh”, “The Hollywood Squares”, “The Gong Show”, “Match Game”, “Every Second Counts”, “Can You Top This?” - but taking a venerated quiz and turning it into a comedy vehicle isn't a good idea. If I had my way, this show would have been called something else.

Another part of the problem is that the industry itself has changed since the 1970s - indeed, the concept of entertainment is more than TV and radio - and producers, accountants and suits are greedier than ever, wanting a guaranteed success. Most folk under 30 now have TV, streaming music, social media, gaming consoles, and dating/hookup apps to entertain themselves. And so TV has to have bigger and bigger spectacles to push the envelope – witness, a game show with open drug references (“420”).

And then you have what I could call “new generation” producers – folks whose interest is in leaving their own mark on a classic genre rather than respecting what made the genre work – it’s all about them. I have seen revivals come and go in recent years, but they never stay. They all have to be edgy. They all have to be “explicit”. They all have to be bawdy. I dare one game show packager out there to bring back a classic (I’m thinking “The Big Showdown” from ABC) without retooling every g’damned thing from top to bottom for an exclusive 18 to 24 aged demographic. If I had the independent wealth and connections, I’d do it myself but...here I sit, typing a blog instead.

Richard Kline’s company tried to redo “Joker” in 1990 by changing nearly everything and it was a flop – only after several months in did they try to retool the game with classic “Joker” rules, but it was too late then. However, having seen this new “Joker”, that ‘90 version is no longer the worst.

TBS is a cable channel so they can show offerings like this. I just cannot imagine CBS running this - except as a gag. If Snoop’s “Joker” gains traction, look for an SNL parody one of these coming weekends.

If you wanted to have a game show in a night club - and all that implies - you'd get Snoop’s reboot of “The Joker’s Wild”. With the exception of the beautiful new set, there is little that a fan of the original CBS “Joker” will enjoy. “Jeopardy!” or quiz show fans can rightfully wince. And TBS? Nice gimmick, guys, but you better promote the hell out of this show to your millennial “base” to make it a commercial success.

Meantime, I will stick to reruns of the classic CBS show on You Tube.

GRADE: F

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