Anything Goes [Ms. Robyne]

[Mr. Collins]

The morning seemed to be going by pretty and Chris found himself standing in his classroom walking back and forth with his yard sick. The topic of the day was Mona Lisa's smile. The picture was posted on the white board, as well as the student's hand outs. "Does anyone know why Da Vinci painted the photo? Some people say it is of he himself, dressed as a women. Yet some people focus more on the fact that the smile is so small, just a hint of a smile. What the heck was she smiling at all?" Chris said as he adjusted his tie. He walked back and forth looking over some of the children's shoulders as the started to research, and read other's theories on the hand out sheets. Chris walked to his desk, the bell rang and this class was over. "Okay, I expect at least 2 pages on what you find and its significance." Chris said pointing to the home work board. Free period, he looked through his papers, correcting homework in his classroom. The clock was ticking, and he was just jotting down notes checking the answer books, though he always thought there was no need for them due to the fact it was philosophy. Once he was done, he leaned back in his chair hearing heels clicking on the floor, they seemed to stop outside his room and he shifted his green eyes to the door awaiting a visitor.

[Ms. Robyne]

One of the perks of being a counselor, she had to follow less rules than a teacher. Or well, it felt that way. Simpson was too nice to say other wise. She could wear big bright colored headphones and walk the halls dancing if she wanted to, which she did. Even if it was between classes and a few students could see her, she would just grin and wave at the ones who recognized her. She ignored whoever gave her a weird look, because really they could judge all they want. The students were making her late though, she had one free period to get her files set straight and speaking to the students was certainly slowing her down. Plus it was seriously interrupting her tunes, she only got one and a half minutes of them snuck in the walk between classrooms and she had 4 trips to make. She would very much like to enjoy those precious minutes.

Despite the setbacks, she only had one stop left to make. It was surprising how many teachers left things like necessary course files to the last minute. The year was already going and they hadn't turned them in to her. Headphones still on, Phoebe walked right into the classroom, forgetting to knock as she stood at the doorway. Forgetting, that is, until the teacher already looked up.

"Afternoon Mr. Collins," Phoebe greeted him loudly before realizing the reason she couldn't hear herself well was because her headphones were still on. She grimaced, pulling them off. "Sorry," she apologized quickly before walking in further. "How are you?" she asked him, hoping she'd be able to get straight to the point. She needed her answers ASAP.