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Post by jane on Apr 27, 2011 14:59:40 GMT -5
 The ringing bell signaled to students and teachers everywhere that it was time for the day to begin. Jane was in her office, sipping her bitter coffee while reading a magazine. It was early morning, and very rarely did students come to her so quickly. Anything that couldn't be treated by her, however, led to a visit to the local emergency room.
And that was exactly why she tried her best to solve the problems a student was having from giving them some food to combat dizziness or helping wrap and bandage a terrible scrape. Broken bones and further injury were nothing she was allowed to handle. Sure, she had trained to handle those sorts of emergencies, but then it was just to help the injured or sick student reach a somewhat stable condition before hospital transport arrived.
She didn't know what all she would be seeing- she'd heard stories from school nurses that recounted the tiresome duties the job held and how she could be held liable if she didn't make a correct diagnosis- apparently in another school, a girl had fractured her cheekbone and the nurse had sent her back to class!
But she couldn't let the fakers get by her either. She wouldn't be held responsible for any student cutting class. That was why she had to have reasonable doubt a student was as sick as they said they were, and it was pretty easy to spot the fakers.
In one of the two waiting chairs, her four year old son sat, kicking his feet as he doodled in his coloring book. Her sitter had cancelled last minute, and since she refused to send him to daycare, he would remain there- but she had discussed that on the phone with the principal before she had accepted the job.
As long as he could be quiet and stay out of trouble, he could stay. He lifted the coloring book, "Moooommmmmmmyyyy~." the boy whined, causing the young nurse to glance up from the article she had been reading.
"Hmm?" she smiled when she saw he was holding up a picture he had colored. "Very nice. You're so good at that!" okay, well, most of it was scribble, but it's not like she was going to say that- he was her son- and it was good to her. So why did it matter? He had a smile on his face as he flipped the page and she sat the magazine down, hearing footsteps. A student so soon?
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NOTES - Sorry, couldn't come up with something more original than the nurse's office.
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Post by ELLIOTT BENNETT on Apr 28, 2011 14:11:39 GMT -5
Fortunately for the young nurse, no student was in need of her services at this unfortunately early hour. Or if one was, Elliott had yet to hear of it. It would be an accomplishment, considering that the day had only just begun, but it wasn’t out of the question. Teenagers had that ability.
However the footsteps belonged to Elliott Bennett, mug of coffee in hand, as he stopped in on their infirmary. Coffee, of course, was the faculty’s shared addiction, and what often made the difference between getting through the day with a smile on one’s face- or the functional equivalent thereof in Elliott’s case – and praying for the end. Elliott had been a coffee drinker since college, but it was pleasant to be around people who shared the addiction. That was one aspect of Los Angeles he didn’t miss; the health nuts who made comments about his coffee and tried to get him to drink herbal alternatives.
Upon entering the infirmary, he found her young son scribbling in coloring books. They had discussed her son’s presence at the Academy as a condition of employment, one to which Elliott had agreed. His relationship with his own mother was one of his fondest memories of childhood, and he couldn’t deny another person that. Besides, he was unusually fond of children, given his otherwise standoffish personality. He gave the boy a small smile as he walked past, before reaching her desk.
“Don’t get up,” he said, in case she was inclined to do so for the purpose of a conversation. And that’s all this was, a conversation. Not a reprimand, not an inspection, not a tutorial. All he wanted to do was check on her.
He glanced at the magazine sitting on her desk and smirked inwardly; he’d never been one for magazines. Even when he’d been in the Industry and he’d needed to read them; he preferred books.
Taking a sip from his coffee mug, he inquired, “A slow morning, I trust?”
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Post by jane on Apr 29, 2011 21:48:44 GMT -5
Well, it most certainly wasn't a student that had came to her office- just the principal himself. She'd met the man, only briefly, her first day, but apparently a lot of the staff was new, so aside from that phone conversation, they hadn't had much interaction.
She nodded when he told her not to stand and gestured to one of the empty chairs should he wish to take a seat. "Yes, but it's to be expected. Anything other than this and I'd be concerned," she smiled easily, setting her coffee mug down on a coaster on her desk.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the look her son was giving the 'intruder'. He was staring at him with much confusion and intensity. She decided to ignore it for now. This wasn't uncommon with strangers. He was always curious about new people.
"Shiloh, this is Mr. Elliott." she decided to introduce her son to the man, hoping it might make him more aware that he was staring- and it did. He looked back at her and she smiled. "He's mommy's boss." at that, the boy shot the principal a suspicious look which made her laugh if ever so slightly. She couldn't blame him. He hadn't been around many adult men in his life.
"What can I help you with?" she turned back to Elliott. "Or is this a pleasure visit?"
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NOTES - Ah, tired post. But here it is!
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Post by ELLIOTT BENNETT on May 13, 2011 9:17:57 GMT -5
Unfortunately Elliott had a million (while an exaggeration, it often felt that way) tasks he had to complete as part of his position at the beginning of the year. He also had never enjoyed delegation which was why he, himself, had those tasks. It made in depth meetings with new faculty difficult until the first weeks of school out of the way. As a result, he had to make rounds visiting all of the new staff, because there had been several new hires this year.
But the benefit of making his own hours was that he could stop in with anyone he wished on his own time; it was also the nicer aspect of only teaching on class, and an elective at that.
When she gestured at the empty chairs, he gave a slight nod of acknowledgement and availed himself of one of the chairs, sitting gracefully. He took another sip of his coffee and agreed, “So would I. You’ll get your share of injuries once the play starts up. The students tend to get adventurous.” The stage tended to bolster confidence and students could forget that they weren’t gymnasts. He remembered that from his college years; Elliott hadn’t had that problem, but he was unusually disciplined, and had been even as a child.
With the introduction to her son, he gave the boy another smile. He had to remember to bring him some candy the next time he stopped by the office; he had to assume that would be appreciated by the boy, if not his mother. “Hello Shiloh. What are you coloring?” The boy could either show him or not; if he didn’t, Elliott couldn’t fault him. He was a stranger, after all.
“It’s primarily a social visit,” he replied, before taking a last sip of his coffee and setting the cup down. “I wanted to check in with you and see how you’re adjusting to the school.”
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Post by jane on May 19, 2011 15:19:54 GMT -5
There were no doubts that as the sports season was kicking off, there would be more students sent her way. That, and she had heard that the chemistry lab had some interesting accidents. She didn't like to see anyone in pain, but that was part of the reason she'd became a nurse. While people usually came to her with pain, she felt better knowing that she could make some sort of difference.
Her mind began to drift to darker places, and she only snapped out of it once she realized that the principal had started to talk to her son. She welcomed the distraction, and watched with mild interest. The boy looked surprised at first before ducking his head shyly. There was doubt for a few seconds that he would respond at all. Not that it wasn't uncommon. One of the things that amused her about her son was his reluctance to socialize with grown-ups.
"A cat." he looked down at his coloring before holding it up so that Elliott could see it properly. It was impressive for his age that he had kept in the lines, though a lot of it was still just scribble and there were a lot of places left to be colored in. The cat itself was purple, green, and red with blue eyes. And he was currently trying to color the collar orange.
She smiled at the scene, proud that her son had decided to talk to the principal. She couldn't be sure if he somehow understood Elliott's importance or if it was some sort of child's intuition. Regardless, she often kept a distance between herself and those her son did not warm up to.
"Thank you," she gave the man a smile. "It's a change... but I've settled in, I think." Her life was much quieter than it had been two years back. The city just wasn't a place to race a small child, and she was enjoying the town's atmosphere.
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NOTES - ^^; Sorry, I know she doesn't talk much.
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