~ George Bernard Shaw
Friday, April 27th ~ Morning
It was Friday. A mixed blessing in Doris' opinion. It wasn't as good as a Monday, but wasn't as bad as a Wednesday. By Friday, the instructors and students were looking forward to their weekends and there were any number of things Doris always managed to pull out of her bag of tricks to delay them as long as possible. New forms crinkled as she laid them out on her desk. Picking a student one up to read, she smiled.
I think I managed to get more trivial questions on this one than on all the others combined. Pity I can't make the teachers fill one out.
Or can I?
Doris' eyes narrowed in thought while her quill tapped against the side of the empty, sad looking in box on her desk.