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[14 Nov 2003|07:18pm] |
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I can't stay in my house one more night. I'm so weak, some monstrous force in town is sapping my strength, even though I've let no one in. I must get to the children...somehow. I remember them talking about a club, somewhere downtown, the Bronze. Not the nicest part of town--I'll have to be extra watchful for the undead. But I need the energy...
*Gets into his car and drives toward the Bronze, parking nearby. Gets out to slowly walk the short distance remaining.*
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[06 Nov 2003|11:04am] |
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I called in sick all week, told them my sciatica had kicked in with a vengeance. After that vampire knocked me down, it's not a complete fabrication. A man my age shouldn't get knocked around like that, even if I do have the bones of a much younger fellow. Not literally, mind you; skeletal replacement was not part of the deal I made.
I can't decide what to do, not knowing whether Miss Dyson actually saw me drain that poor...whatshername...or not. Miss Newton thought she saw something, but she's always been an odd one, with her visions of doom. The police haven't come to the door, so maybe I overreacted? And yet, I can't take the chance...
A decade or two ago, I would have just gone, found another unsuspecting town to inhabit. But this position is just too cushy, it's made me complacent. The life force of all those kids, plus the throbbing energy of the hellmouth itself--it takes a lot of will to walk away from that. And after a century one gets tired of being forced to run. Maybe I should casually call Coach Phillips and find out what sorts of rumors are going around.
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| Homecoming |
[02 Nov 2003|11:17pm] |
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The band warming up |
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I cannot believe that neither Coach Phillips nor Mrs. Kubazski would trade duties with me. Oh well. Even from the parking lot I can sense the excitement in the air--the football team literally destroyed their biggest rivals the other night. The girls in their ballgowns are virtually radiating nervous energy. It's intoxicating.
*Looks around nervously as he approaches the high school gymnasium.*
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[30 Oct 2003|03:33pm] |
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Something loud blaring from a student's car radio |
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Homecoming is this weekend. The excitement in the air is almost palpable, especially among the students who are vying for the crowns. I inadvertently made the frenzy more intense, as I'm told RJ was a shoo-in for homecoming king, if he hadn't been so...convenient.
I drew one of the short straws to chaperone the dance. As appetizing as that sounds to me, with the romance and angst, I usually try to avoid wandering the streets of this town after dark. Too many creatures about that can harm me. Especially these last weeks, I sense a dark presence and a greatly increased number of undead. I'll see if someone will take the spot from me, perhaps a trade for monitoring after school detentions...
*Heads toward the main office as the last of the students leave for the day.*
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[15 Oct 2003|03:47pm] |
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So far, so good. The police have declared RJ's death drug-related, quite possible due to excessive steroid use.
Today is my biology class' midterm exam. I've never found anything better than test anxiety to fill me with youthful vitality. I feel like dancing down the hall, I'm so excited.
*Begins to pass out the exam.*
I hope you've all done your studying, because the test is very comprehensive. Everything we've covered since the beginning of the year is on it...
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| I really will miss that boy. |
[05 Oct 2003|08:30pm] |
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The classical music station on the car radio |
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Parent/Teacher Night was almost an unmitigated disaster. Why would a zombie be walking the halls of the high school? If it hadn't been for Miss Summers' quick thinking and RJ's convenient gullibility, I would be no more. Even after drinking in his youthful vitality, I was shaking for the rest of the evening. I think I managed to hide the body well enough, but I must move it somewhere before class tomorrow morning. Hmm, but where? The football field, under the bleachers, I think.
There was one man, who said he was Miss Bueller's guardian, that looked strangely familiar to me, some one from the far distant past. He seemed too busy chatting up the females to have recognized me...at least I hope that's the case.
*Goes out to his car, drives to the school.*
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| Parent/Teacher Night |
[04 Oct 2003|08:42pm] |
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I'm always a little bit nervous on nights like this. I look forward to meeting my students parents, but you never know what sort of energy they'll bring into the room. Of course, there's always the off-chance that one of them will get really angry about the amount of homework I assign--I love that. But often they just sit there, slumped in their seats, as uninterested in their children's education as the students themselves often seem to be.
*Arranges the colorful models of a skin cell and several single-celled organisms on the lab table. Straightens the prepared handouts stacked nearest the door. Checks his watch.*
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[03 Oct 2003|03:22pm] |
*Takes attendance, noting that Miss Newton is still out sick.*
Just as well, she was a drain on my energy, that one, so near death.
I'm really looking forward to meeting all of your parents tomorrow night. It will be a pleasure to make the acquaintance of the people responsible for raising such delightful, energetic youngsters, and so important to making sure you all get the best education possible.
Today we're going to take a brief look at the system known as taxonomic nomenclature. Invented by Linnaeus, it is the traditional way we uniquely identify every species of organism.
*Writes a list on the chalk board:
Kingdom: Animalia (Animals)
Phylum: Chordata (Animals with notochords)
Subphylum: Vertebrata (Animals with backbones)
Class: Mammalia (Chordates that produce milk via mammary glands)
Subclass: Eutheria (Placental Mammals)
Order: Carnivora (Mammals that eat meat)
Suborder: Caniforma (Dog-like carnivores)
Family: Canidae (Dogs, foxes, jackals, dholes, etc.)
Genus: Canis (Dogs, wolves, coyotes, and jackals)
Species: lupus (GRAY WOLVES)*
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| A close call |
[22 Sep 2003|02:18pm] |
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*At his home, a small house in a non descript neighborhood, Roger Blumfeld awakens before dawn, steps outside to gather up the morning newspaper. He hears a noise, and looks up to see a vampire fresh from the grave approaching up the walk. He drops the newspaper and stumbles back, making it inside the house before the vampire can get close enough to attack, but just barely. He leans against the wall, weak and dizzy, his heart thudding painfully in his chest.*
Idiot fledgling. He won't make it to shelter before sunrise...still, he did his damage. I must get...to the students.
*Still drained and shaking, he goes through his morning routine, then sets off for school. In the halls, the frenetic activity buzzes around him, but it's not quite enough. He makes his way to the classroom, fumbles through a file drawwer frantically until he finds the one thing he knows is sure to reverse the trembling weakness he feels.*
*Turns to the assembled class.*
Today we're having a pop quiz. Miss Bueller, please pass out the cell diagrams. You are to fill in the names of as many of the cell structures as you can, and please, do not refer to your textbooks or notes...
*Watches as the students' bored expressions turn to panic, and breathes in deeply. Better, much better.*
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[19 Sep 2003|01:34pm] |
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A student snoring in the back row. |
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The zombies seem to have been eradicated, thank goodness; their presence was so very draining. Additionally, it was a blow when I returned to the basement earlier in the week, only to find my records and tests from previous years scattered all over the school basement. However, now there is a delightfully energetic crew of construction workers laboring to repair the damage. It made me feel quite young again.
*Finishes taking attendance and begins the day's lesson.*
Class, today we begin Chapter 4, asexual and sexual reproduction of cells, otherwise known as meiosis and mitosis...
*Writes the two words on the blackboard, emphasized by several underlines a piece.*
Meiosis...and mitosis.
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[05 Sep 2003|03:01pm] |
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*Staggers up from the school basement with a box of microscopes.*
Damned undead, I thought they were nearly eradicated. How did a zombie get in the basement, anyway? Don't they lock the doors here at night? I'll have to speak to the janitorial staff about this.
Ugh, I feel so dizzy, weak. I need to get to my class...
*Makes his way down the corridor and enters the classroom, feeling a bit stronger just from being in the room with the students. Sets the box on the lab table in the front of the class, and goes to get his lecture notes. Turns to the class and drones,*
Now that we've finished the general introduction to life science, we'll begin the unit on the cell. As you know, the cell is the basic building block of life...
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[28 Aug 2003|02:51pm] |
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What a wonderfully energetic group I have this year. It thrills me every time I set foot in the classroom. Those sweet kids, passing notes and whispering among themselves like they think I don't see. All that delightful angst...
*Finishes writing the homework assignment on the blackboard, and turns to the class.* Class, It's time to discuss the dissections we're going to do this year...
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| A new year |
[25 Aug 2003|03:51pm] |
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I love the first day of school. I love the students, brimming with life and energy--I can feel it pulsating around me as I walk down the hall toward my classroom. I love the prospect of getting to know each one of them, their strengths and weaknesses, their potential. It keeps me going from day to day.
*Picks up the stack of syllabi, hands a few to the first sudent in each row and drones,* Take one, pass them back...take one, pass them back...
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