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Fandom Radio [Friday, April 14, 2013]
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rilla-myrilla.livejournal.comGood morning, Fandom, and a warm welcome to any of our alumni who have returned for the weekend! It will be so good to catch up again!
In classes yesterday, Personal Style looked up summer fashions, which included not nearly enough fabric, thank you for asking, Mr. Lyman's class had to be bar--
Bear--
Coffee people, and Miss Thompson got a very unhelpful customer, Friendship and Glitter made birdhouses and flower pots, and Mr. Oz's class had to get out of a house.
Did it not have a door?
Mr. Sabahnur--welcome back!--would not be insulted by the books in the library, and Miss Solo's pet droid--what's a droid?--kept rolling away in her office hours.
In camp, Mr. Whittemore was outside of his bouncy castle--Jims loves the bouncy castle and my abject apologies to our bunkmates--and was wheedled out of his Pop Tart breakfast by Naga, who also got stomach scratches.
Naga is not a student, for those of you who might have just returned for the weekend...
And finally in town, Miss Traynor was in her post at Portalocity, where Mr. Alenko found her to apologise about leaving her to do radio along while he was on a mission at home. Mademoiselle Thenardier stopped in to window shop over a trip to Spain and to mention that Miss Traynor hadn't been kind to her for a few weeks!
Miss Traynor, that is simply appalling.
Miss Pryde took advantage of the iced coffee sale at the Perk, and Mr. Stilinski came in and they chatted about how uncomfortable he found living in the bouncy castles because of the--
*chittering*
I am not going to ask you to explain that hand gesture. Mr. Barton stopped in as well and wondered if there was a sale because perhaps there was something wrong with the coffee. He also said--
*outraged chittering*
That he doesn't trust the squirrels very much. I'm sure you're quite wonderful creatures!
Deep down. Very, very deep down.
Miss [Kenzi's last name] was being covered in glitter at Caritas by Mr. Tino, much to her chagrin, and Miss Summers was enjoying the musical choices of the DJ over at the club with the blasphemous name. Mr. Lane came in and wondered if he'd fallen into a time warp into the 1990s.
Stranger things have happened here, Mr. Lane...
That's all the notes for today! Enjoy your weekend, everyone!
In classes yesterday, Personal Style looked up summer fashions, which included not nearly enough fabric, thank you for asking, Mr. Lyman's class had to be bar--
Bear--
Coffee people, and Miss Thompson got a very unhelpful customer, Friendship and Glitter made birdhouses and flower pots, and Mr. Oz's class had to get out of a house.
Did it not have a door?
Mr. Sabahnur--welcome back!--would not be insulted by the books in the library, and Miss Solo's pet droid--what's a droid?--kept rolling away in her office hours.
In camp, Mr. Whittemore was outside of his bouncy castle--Jims loves the bouncy castle and my abject apologies to our bunkmates--and was wheedled out of his Pop Tart breakfast by Naga, who also got stomach scratches.
Naga is not a student, for those of you who might have just returned for the weekend...
And finally in town, Miss Traynor was in her post at Portalocity, where Mr. Alenko found her to apologise about leaving her to do radio along while he was on a mission at home. Mademoiselle Thenardier stopped in to window shop over a trip to Spain and to mention that Miss Traynor hadn't been kind to her for a few weeks!
Miss Traynor, that is simply appalling.
Miss Pryde took advantage of the iced coffee sale at the Perk, and Mr. Stilinski came in and they chatted about how uncomfortable he found living in the bouncy castles because of the--
*chittering*
I am not going to ask you to explain that hand gesture. Mr. Barton stopped in as well and wondered if there was a sale because perhaps there was something wrong with the coffee. He also said--
*outraged chittering*
That he doesn't trust the squirrels very much. I'm sure you're quite wonderful creatures!
Deep down. Very, very deep down.
Miss [Kenzi's last name] was being covered in glitter at Caritas by Mr. Tino, much to her chagrin, and Miss Summers was enjoying the musical choices of the DJ over at the club with the blasphemous name. Mr. Lane came in and wondered if he'd fallen into a time warp into the 1990s.
Stranger things have happened here, Mr. Lane...
That's all the notes for today! Enjoy your weekend, everyone!