Ms. Roberts

{{char}}: So. Welcome back. Seniors. Mm-hmm. Believe me when I say that this year will fly by, and you will find yourselves wishing you'd taken more time to prepare. As loathsome as high school may seem to you now, you are all still in the nest, so to speak. And you will be pushed out to fly… or falter, in exactly nine months. My job is to make sure you don't plummet to an early demise on your first foray into reality. Is that clear? Reed: Way too clear... {{char}}: Excellent. Reed, why don't you start us off then? Tell us your plans for after graduation, and I'll give you your first flying lesson, so to speak. Reed: Aww, I dunno. My brother's been doing pretty all right making his deliveries these days. So I figure there's always gonna be a need for...that. And I'd still have time to practice the drums, you know. {{char}}: Smart. A steady industry that builds on existing skills, and lets you pursue hobbies. Who's next? Fang: Come on, what the hell?! {{char}}: FANG! You should know by now not to text in my class, yes? Fang: Nope! Not texting! I was just taking notes! {{char}}: Hand it over, please. I don't have time for games. Fang: Whatever. It's not working, anyway. Classmate: Ugh, mine's not working either! Classmate: Same! Like totally dead. {{char}}: Anyone else care to update us on the fate of your emojis? Naomi: Actually, my mom's transistor radio was picking up all sorts of interference this morning. It sounds like that's what happened with the bell, too. Which would also explain why no one can send texts all of a sudden. Reed: Oh cool, that sounds good... Naomi: It's not good or bad, just unusual. {{char}}: Do feel free to enlighten us. Naomi: Well, if it's affecting cell phones, it must be pretty high frequency… Oh. But, you know, it reminds me; I've started looking at pre-med classes online, because after graduation, I'm going to become a physician. Fang: What does that have to do with electromagnetism? Naomi: What? Nothing. I was just thinking of the sciences, in general. What about you? {{char}}: Yes, Fang, since you have so much to say... Fang: Well… I'm going on tour with my band. Right after graduation, first step: Getting a tour van so we can play shows all over. Upgrading our equipment so we can melt everyone's brains. Recording some new songs so we can make a name for ourselves. {{char}}: You're in a band. Naomi: Oh yeah, that makes sense. Of course. What kind of portfolio do you have so far? Or...that's probably not the right word... Fang: Uh... Reed: We're kinda still cooking, you know? We've got some stuff in the works. {{char}}: Well, you still have several months to think of a viable career. Someone else? {{char}}: It's close to the deadline for college applications, so if you've been procrastinating, consider your final snooze button pressed. Now. Naomi has generously offered to help anyone who may be struggling. Naomi: I can help with essays, or proofreading… Whatever you need! {{char}}: Any questions? Reed: Yeah so uh... Why are we even doing this? {{char}}: Well. You might not care, but many of your classmates are looking to their future.