#private high school

[betweenthetimeandsound]

--prompt from @flashfictionfridayofficial

Behind Yulia, the eighth-grade president, Andrei shuffled through his papers, questioning the stray word choices which edged their way out of his speech. His first introduction as the student body president, which he started writing two weeks before school started, mocked him with its relentless cliches and hopes for Lakeside.

He dug through his pockets for his pens, only to curse himself for not bringing one along. Ironically, Roxana mocked his habit of keeping one close to him; but the one time he actually listened to his little sister's advice, it came at the weakest possible moment.

***

(Andrei arranges his shirt and coat, spinning around his bedroom as if he were a hero waiting to rescue the maiden. Roxana arrives from stage right, crossing her arms)

Roxana: Andrei--why are you so hyped up? It's another convocation, after all.

Andrei (while putting his hands on her shoulders): Roxana, I'm giving the convocation speech to the entire school today. I've practiced it all of last week, and it should be perfect.

(takes a deep breath)

My fellow Lakesiders, welcome back here for another great school year! I'm Andrei Petrescu, your new class president...

(Roxana takes a crumbled wrapper and throws it on Andrei. Undeterred, Andrei takes a deep breath and resumes),

I'm excited to take the reigns for your Student Government, and I believe that you fellow freshmen can, one day, aspire to be like me.

(Roxana laughs)

Roxana: I wouldn't want to be like you, and I live with you!

Andrei (smirking): Then who would you like to be?

Roxana: Someone who wants to make the student body better without trying to be obnoxious

Andrei: That's exactly what I'm aiming for.

(Fiddles his pockets, and pulls out his pen. Roxana takes it away)

Roxana: Then you wouldn't need this at all. Thank you!

***

Of course she would take the pen, Andrei pondered, as his head fuddled over what he could add. It's a precious talisman, not like any other fountain pen people would clamor for.

But what about the student body? I have to focus on them, or else we will go nowhere.

And how about me? I'm where I want to be, but what now? Some people still want Alexander to run Student Government because of his charisma and his kindness. He rose the hierarchy, just like I did, but in a longer time...

Unfolding the paper, he took several deep breaths, invisioning the year to come. Clamoring students coming to him at Red Square, asking him questions and him providing thoughtful answers. Fencing Club with the new freshmen advancing at him. Rousing crowds, amazement, belonging.

It will all be worth it when he leaves for college.

[k12academics]

Loudoun School for Advanced Studies is the private day school designed to inspire and challenge advanced students in grades 6-12.

[swampybogg]

[rutherfordschool]

Rutherford is one of the best private schools when it comes to providing private tutoring online. Our online tutoring services are top-notch and tutors are highly experienced and knowledgeable. If you're looking for a private school that can provide you with the best online tutoring services, then Rutherford is the place to go.

[bramptonqwschool]

Inspected by Ministry of Education : BSID #882297

QW School has operated as a private elementary and secondary school in Brampton and has been helping students achieve their academic goals since 2006.

[chiquilines]

Public garden study date!!

[deadsetobsessions]

Tim had forgotten, in his one man (and the admittedly liberal usage of hired guns) crusade at everything that had hurt his family, that he was technically a child. A time traveling 21 year old Tim Drake in his younger body, sure, but he’s still a nine year old child.

Tim was violently, unpleasantly reminded of this as he opened his front door to… Gotham Primary’s truancy officer.

Oh shit. He still had to go to school. Tim scrambled for an excuse.

“Hello, Timothy. Are your parents home?”

“Uh- no, sir. Only my nanny. I’ve been really,” think, Timothy, think! Are you Red Robin for nothing? “really sick. She went out for some medicine.”

Tim knew what the officer saw as he looked down at him, a pale, drawn little boy who looked like a sickly Victorian child. He has no idea that Tim had the beginnings of lean muscles and strong grip strength underneath his baggy clothes.

“I see. I’ll have to talk to your nanny, then. We need to be informed of when you’re ill, Timothy.”

“Oh. She-” shit, shit, shit! “Doesn’t speak English.” Was that racist? That felt racist. Gods, he probably sounds like a snobby classist elite. “I’ll let my mom know to email you, sir?”

The truancy officer sighed. By Tim’s lucky stars, he agreed. The man pulled out a singular paper from his plastic folder, clearly used to this kind of thing, especially from the elites of Gotham, and said, “Email the school. And have her sign this note, please.”

Tim nodded seriously. Like hell he would.

When the officer was gone, Tim closed the gate immediately. He had forgotten to close it after getting back home from stalking the Bats last night. Well, Bat, singular, because Jason was still benched.

Tim sighed, grabbing a pen to fluidly forge Janet Drake’s signature on his paper about truancy and proper procedures and what not. Then, he moved to the computer, easily stealing his mother’s credentials, emailing the school about his sick leave, and their decision to have him home schooled.

He’d miss Ives, but honestly, Tim needed the free time. Plus, maybe this way, he’ll graduate high school this time around. He drafted another email to the counselor, asking them what kind of curriculum and tests he needed to pass to obtain future degrees and what not.

He gets an email back, with all of the testing required and the steps “Young Timothy” should take in order to succeed in the rest of his academic career. Tim would like to point out he’s nine, and that this was pretentious. Helpful, sure, but pretentious all the same.

“That’s what people don’t mention about time traveling. It’s all fun and games until you get hit with the mundane and tedious things.” Tim muttered, setting up his appointments for testing. He’ll have to find someone to drive him to the tests…

His mind turned to his neighbors… hm. That’s a possibility.

Tim wiped all traces of his activities from his mother’s email, doing a quick and hidden bit of rerouting to get any educational emails regarding him sent to his own inbox.

Tim swigged a mouthful of coffee and continued on his merry way.

His new goal?

Find Cassandra Cain.

[justkissmewip]

Just Kiss Me (WIP)

DEMO - FORUM PAGE

Hello everyone! After recommendation from some people on the forum, I have finally gotten around to making a Tumblr page for my WIP, Just Kiss Me. I'm Lucky42, or Lucky, and appreciate you taking the time to read about my WIP.

*Scroll down to bottom for current updates*

Synopsis:

Your senior year kicks off with your family moving from Sacramento, California to Sherfield, a small town in sleepy South Carolina. You are able to get a scholarship to St. Augustine, an elite private school for the wealthy locals. You feel like a fish out of water compared to your coddled peers, but it's only one year, so it can't be that bad. That is, until you accidentally share a smooch with the richest kid in school, which somehow lands you on a supernatural investigation team dedicated to solving the mysteries of St. Augustine. Well, senior year is supposed to be the best one yet, right?

Features:

A choice system that focuses on developing the protagonist's personality

The ability to romance your peers in three ways: Denial, Flirty, or Shy

Three potential scholarship choices (academics, art, sports) all with their own exclusive scenes and characters

The ability to swap bodies with a literal heathen

Morality choices that flesh out how your character sees the world

The ability to influence your peers by leveraging your strongest traits

A banging cafeteria

Characters:

Alistair/Audrey Sawyer (RO):

Who: the rich, preppy kid you have the misfortune of accidentally smooching. This one mistake leaves the two of you intertwined, for better or for worse. And it’s looking like for worse.

Character post: Alistair/Audrey Sawyer

Klaus/Kristina Berg (RO):

Who: a friendly, cheerful student who is eager to please others and is always willing to lend a helping hand. He/she can often be found reading a nauseatingly cheesy romance book.

Character post: Klaus/Kristina Berg

Evan/Ebony Jefferson (RO):

Who: the insanely attractive student council president who has a reputation of being a bit of a heart-breaker. Prides his/herself on knowing every student who walks through the school’s doors. He/she seems to have taken an interest in you.

Character post: Evan/Ebony Jefferson

Darcy:

Who: a whimsical girl with a keen interest in the supernatural and a killer part-time job. Her “research” is the reason you’re a part of this mess. Thus, she’s the de facto leader of your group.

Year: Senior

Appearance: short and slim with brown hair and brown eyes. Speaks with a Southern drawl, thick compared to the rest of your classmates.

Reba: she’s crazy. But you’ll figure that out soon enough.

Progress:

10/13/2024 - 227,000 words (excluding command lines)

Prologue - Finished

Chapter 1 - Finished

Chapter 2 - In Progress

Demo word count: 103K

Let me know all of your thoughts and opinions, and thanks a bunch for your time!

[ink-the-artist]

forgive me if you've been asked this before or if its annoying, but how did you learn to use colored pencils like that? your art is so special to me.

ty :) I took an art class for a few years where our teacher had us buy prismacolor pencils as one of the art supplies and had us use them kinda like paints, pressing down hard right away and blending the colors together. its not how youre supposed to use them she was just trying to teach us to use color and ig this was more to the point. I picked them up again years after i stopped going to that class just bc they were there and i wanted to play around w them a bit and ended up actually enjoying it when doing it on my own terms lol

[forget-me-ghost]

I love the idea that Vox had a crush on Alastor and he literally asked Al on a date/to be his boyfriend all those years ago, but Alastor's aroace ass thought that Vox asked him to be his 'business partner' and not a romantic one so he said 'no' to that, and now Vox hates Al with every part of his TV body while also obssesing over him.

I LOVE IT BECAUSE IT HAPPENED TO ME!

[batsnipp]

that face you make when you brain a lunch lady with her own ladle

[k12academics]

At Bard Academy, we want you to ask the questions that intrigue you, and pursue the interests that inspire you. We care about intellectual exploration as well as contributing to the world around us.

As a student at Bard Academy, you’ll notice your confidence growing. It's something that happens naturally in an environment where you’re encouraged to share your opinions, engage in dialogue, and just be yourself. You’ll learn that you don’t have to be “right” to express your ideas because the conversation is ongoing. We’re always learning more.

[mothric]

not enough gay people in the mashle fandom. anyway those two old wizards have 1000% explored each other's bodies

[rutherfordschool]

Rutherford is the best Private schools in North York. The school's curriculum is designed to challenge and engage students, while also providing them with the support they need to succeed. The school's faculty is passionate about teaching and committed to helping each student reach their full potential. Rutherford offers a wide range of extracurricular activities, from sports to clubs and societies, which helps students develop their interests and skills. The school also has a strong community spirit, which makes it a great place to learn and grow.

[queerism1969]

[jolikmc]

That feeling when your interests get you lumped in with the wrong crowd. (,: