Post by Domino on Oct 7, 2006 20:40:15 GMT -5
After so many years in the confining gray halls of Lyndon B., Neena was pleasantly surprised to find that her classroom was not, this time, made out of Formica and fiberglass. Instead the walls were wooden, dark oak or cherry with beautifully beveled panels, and the room was large enough to survive being so dark without becoming close and confining. Even the lack of fluorescent light was breathtakingly refreshing on its lonesome. She'd been used to the bluish-gray glow so long she'd forgotten how well everything looked in halogen, though of course she didn't really need to worry about her skin losing its flush under fluorescents; she, of course, had none to lose.
She also had tables rather than those weird desks with the chairs attached, which she liked even better, even if it did facilitate cheating. She'd wire up the metal bits of the chairs later for a wireless shock; her physics teacher had done that her junior year of high school and she'd made a point to continue that tradition, though his wiring had only extended to the first row and had been too simple to allow the charge of an individual.
Neena, of course, had not been able to settle for anything so crude.
That would have to wait for later, though; even though the circuitboard was half-finished on her desk, she'd abandoned it with the receipt of a box of posters she'd sent ahead of her. She was putting the top half of the box up in her classroom - the other half were for her office, because they detailed the inner workings of such things as the modern nuclear warhead and the complex wiring system of a failsafe trigger. The posters she was putting up in the classroom were more along the lines of "La Belle Francais" and "Bienevenue!" and diagrams of Paris than, for instance, diagrams of the West Wall.
Her high heels lay abandoned on the plush carpeting as she didn't want to have to balance in them on top of a table, though she probably could if she tried. She attached with Blu-Tac a pictoral of different emotions involving a simplified French smiley face with a beret and a baguette in its stick-fingered hands. That was one thing - all of this would probably be falling down in a few weeks since she couldn't staple it into the wall like she had in Austin.
Well, she thought as she surveyed her lush new territory, some concessions had to be made.
Her posters applied to the walls (and cheering up the room a bit - it was lovely, but a bit somber), Neena climbed down from the table and padded back over to her desk, not wanting to put her heels back on quite yet. Instead she sat down at the desk and fiddled with the circuitboard some more. Apparently changing a five-by-four seat desk arrangement to a three-by-six seat table arrangement was harder than it sounded...
She also had tables rather than those weird desks with the chairs attached, which she liked even better, even if it did facilitate cheating. She'd wire up the metal bits of the chairs later for a wireless shock; her physics teacher had done that her junior year of high school and she'd made a point to continue that tradition, though his wiring had only extended to the first row and had been too simple to allow the charge of an individual.
Neena, of course, had not been able to settle for anything so crude.
That would have to wait for later, though; even though the circuitboard was half-finished on her desk, she'd abandoned it with the receipt of a box of posters she'd sent ahead of her. She was putting the top half of the box up in her classroom - the other half were for her office, because they detailed the inner workings of such things as the modern nuclear warhead and the complex wiring system of a failsafe trigger. The posters she was putting up in the classroom were more along the lines of "La Belle Francais" and "Bienevenue!" and diagrams of Paris than, for instance, diagrams of the West Wall.
Her high heels lay abandoned on the plush carpeting as she didn't want to have to balance in them on top of a table, though she probably could if she tried. She attached with Blu-Tac a pictoral of different emotions involving a simplified French smiley face with a beret and a baguette in its stick-fingered hands. That was one thing - all of this would probably be falling down in a few weeks since she couldn't staple it into the wall like she had in Austin.
Well, she thought as she surveyed her lush new territory, some concessions had to be made.
Her posters applied to the walls (and cheering up the room a bit - it was lovely, but a bit somber), Neena climbed down from the table and padded back over to her desk, not wanting to put her heels back on quite yet. Instead she sat down at the desk and fiddled with the circuitboard some more. Apparently changing a five-by-four seat desk arrangement to a three-by-six seat table arrangement was harder than it sounded...