Hello skating rink

[cornerofmadness]

There is a persistent belief that my school doesn't have class on fridays. Nursing, math and science DO. I honestly believe they forgot this when they didn't cancel school. Even at 930 when I left today it was a skating rink. Sigh. I did hang out late there too so I could work up some stuff online, namely animations for students. They load too slow here with my crap net.

I have never really wanted to interfere with another teacher's class in a long time (I did back before the one dude who did nothing retired). Today I did help someone up their game by teaching them vid grid but the secretary today who is taking classes talked to me about this one (I'm not comfortable with saying more) where they had in one week TWENTY hours of videos to watch on top of the reading. I'm like wow, that is so excessive. I'm like man, that seems like that should be scrutinized. It's not in my department so I can't but...


Here's double drabble written for spikesgirl58's prompt of Confront Toss Dollar, Marathon, Opera Nerve.


Watching Endicott escort Jessica out of her son’s loft, Gil itched to confront the man. He didn’t like how Endicott drew jealousy out of him, how he had acted like Gil had no place in Malcolm’s loft, as if he hadn’t been Malcolm’s dad for years. Gil belonged.

Things had just started getting promising with Jess after so many years and Endicott had swooped in all but making it rain dollars, never letting Gil forget he couldn’t match him. A middle-class cop couldn’t compete with a millionaire when it came to sweeping Jessica off her feet. He wished she thought to ask him to escort her to the event. Gil would have taken her to the opera had he known she wanted to go even though he probably wouldn’t have liked it much.

The urge to toss Endicott out one of Malcolm’s windows overwhelmed him, especially after Endicott flashed a smarmy grin at him, hand on Jess’s back, getting on Gil’s last nerve. Hoping Malcolm didn’t notice he was angry, Gil reminded himself with love it was a marathon, not a sprint. Jessica knew substance when she saw it. She saw him and that was what mattered in the end.