-Absentmindedly turns through the pages on a textbook-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(Emo kid.) I swear to God, I will shoot all of you. Give us the real money.
(Other kid.) Someone call the cops!
(Still watching. Seems disappointed in emo kid's technique.)
Of course. That's what I'm here for.
(Has always sort of wondered why she talks to Avery, but thinks it's best not asking. Maybe she's just that creative...? Eh.)
(Sees Noel conked out. Shakes her head, then clears her throat and raps on her desk.)
You know what, class? Let's do a little group work, okay? Get in pairs and label this diagram of the citric acid cycle. No peeking at your textbook.
(She pairs the whole class up. Of course Noel and Thaumy are paired. The appropriate blank diagrams are handed out.)
edited 17th Jul '13 3:24:05 AM by GlobsterAGoGo
and then they fricked in the booty-Helps assorted students with difficulties-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(Nosey helpfully begins labeling and spreading bird flu.)
'Kay, so that's where the coenzyme thing happens, right? (Sniffs.) Man, you're quiet.
(Watches, wishing she knew what it was about her lectures that put people to sleep. Sighs.)
(Emo kid fidgets.) Ow ow ow dude ease up. Ow. No really.
(Airhead gal snickers.) Yay, the police are here.
(That other kid just kind of watches confusedly from the side.) Uh...
(Is pleased that Cloud is getting in character and taking some creative initiative.)
(Smiles. Can see her becoming a cartoonist in the future.)
edited 17th Jul '13 3:35:03 AM by GlobsterAGoGo
and then they fricked in the bootyHeh, thought so. Uh, were you gonna say Germans or something? You know my grandpa was Polish, right?
(Scratches his scalp with the metal bit of the pencil that holds the eraser.)
Hey, at least Mrs. Winters isn't talking anymore.
(Rubs her temples. Sigh...)
(Really struggles.) OWOWOWOWOW!
(Realizes that Cloud is actually injuring emo kid.) Uh... I think it's another group's turn to do improv. Cloud, let go of Derrick.
(That other kid just staaaaaares at Cloud. The airhead gal stares at something else.)
and then they fricked in the booty

You told everyone to do the work on the next page.
-Shrugs-
Not sure how many did so.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.