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[charisstoma]

Yes it is true I work in a ZOO.
Portfolios are due and most of the students have missed the posted sign by one of the teachers.

Class Project due dates are closer than you think.

There are 7 student days left in the school year.
Everybody wants to be in the Library, using our computers and there is glitter all over. Who knew that planets had glitter on them.

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The school trip had loomed up like an avenging demon, all shap fangs and dripping blood. Escaping it had been a neat side-step of alternative scheduling, hadn't needed the complicated excuses of allergies, migraines, pre-booked alien abduction. He might have been heard to mutter 'but the probes, the probes!' to himself a few times, but by now his colleagues were used to him loosing himself in books and snickering during forays online - though the screen would default to a grinning spider when any would bravely peek!

The bus returned with all children present and all teachers looking that step more frayed. Legislation wanted teachers analysing mental health but he rather thought any spectator to this scene would be looking coser at hte administrators. What sane person volunteered for such a duty? He shuddered as a child run past shouting how Billy had almost fallen off the bus. A man stood near watching the chaos and he monotoned 'Billy fell off the bus' with a perfect zombie groan. They shared a grin. But it was fortunate he didn't speak his mind because a child came running towards them shouting for his 'Uncle Rick' and already mid riotous story. He'd managed to get streamers in his hair and his jumper torn and beamed proudly at Uncle Rick's chiding 'Billy!'

Today was another of those days. Those ones, where alien encounters seemed so appealing and humanity was over-rated.

Deadlines, project dates, freedom circled on the calender and count-downs started. So near now. All he had to do was survive seven days more. Seven whole days! Seven days surrounded by excitable desperate students all reaching grabby hands for that one special book and none able to produce anything connected to their name. Puppy eyes presenting on so many sweet faces denying culpability. Give him groaning zombie hoards and the odd predatory demon any day over the onsluaght of beguiling.

'Sir, sir?' Billy appeared, bouncing so much he was tempted to check for springs. He'd been safe in the corner colouring a planetary chart but now stood a beakon of shiny glitter. Who knew planets required glitter? He could see the paper glimmering from here. He'd suggest the art room as a better location but had a feeling Billy was still band.

'Yes Bily? and please don't bounce so.' His head was hurting and tension was building in his shoulders. It had been a long day. One more almost down. Six more to go.

'Are you coming to Uncle Rick's tonight? He said we could have pizza and maybe chocolate for supper if you did.' There was a wheedling tone, the brat had probably been asked to beguile him!
Rick. Chocolate. Billy's mother finished work early tonight, so if they lingered over supper there was a chance he'd be home before the chocolate sauce was all eaten. Hmm Rick a tub of chocolate sauce and an early night. His tired smile became a big grin 'Sounds good' His glittery side-kick grinned back.

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HUG

I love you. Sorry the items for producing children have been removed or I'd offer.

You are so old school. *grins* Very few of the projects are done on paper as a main ingredient. They are using styrofoam balls that have in some cases been cut in half, painted, glittered (or not as who knew styrofoam when painted has a natural sparkle factor) and then glued onto a poster board. Some styrofoam orbs are painted etc and impaled on skewers and mounted on blocks with their information pinned onto them. Nice thing about styrofoam is that if your planetary object has craters they can be dented into the foam. ONe of the moons, Triton I think, has lines cut in it for detail.

I take it back, there are brochures being made detailing the astronomical object and some color printed out photos of the planet thingy glued artistically onto poster board also. Most are utilizing the foam stuff.

*head desk* I'm away from it and still it looms over my mind. Aaaaaack.

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LOL that sounds like a project for an art room and kept well away from a library! It also sounds a little scary! So much glue! So many things to stick! fingers...hair..friends...

Hmmm I have some styrofoam.... I was going to make christmas decs but didn't get the time ;) *evil cackle*

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The shoulder rub had been divine. It made the noisy Pizza party worth while. He sometimes worried which of them was worse; young Billy with his cheeky grin and aptidude for mischief or Rick, older but with the same cheeky grin. A grin that was all grown up.

Billy had gone home, his mother sending them poisonous looks as she collected her sugar-high son and smiling ever so sweet murder as she promised a w/e BBQ. Regardless of the weather.

Billy was a cute kid. Just so energetic!

He'd found a second burst of energy for the evenings entertainment. That grin meant Rick got away with a lot, but pay-back could be fun. On reflection if he was going to spend the day playing with glittery balls he definitely favoured the non-styrofoam ones.

'Hmmmm black holes' he mumbled sleepily and at Rick's curious grunt he found the energy to crawl down the bed. A little space exploration behind two moons of Uranus (sweet Cupid and playful Puck); which might be the coldest planet but was by his reckoning extremely hot! and he was sinking into his favourite void.

It wasn't long until they were both seeing glittery stars!

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*LAUGHTER*

I'll have you know that I was very adult and careful while pronouncing and praising the work done for the PLANET Ur-an-us.

For such a cold planet this was very hot. And fun. And amusing. And I still can't produce children for you. Want some polydactile cats? A teacher I know is moving and they are up for offer. 3 of them. Remember those kittens who'd lost their mittens? Yes them. Their paws have the right configuration.

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*smug*

'And that's planet Ur-an-us? Interesting..dimples!'
*snicker*

Cats. Hmmm. My cat has killed a greehouse!
(one of those plastic cover ones) it's looking decidely crushed and I almost lost my plants grrr.
He doesn't need extra fingers, or deserve biccies!

NOT showing hubby a pic of polydactile cats! NOT.

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Are you sure about not showing the hubby? I provided photos.

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*runs away*