We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office
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				Title: <strong>We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 06:33:06</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://d1gtq9mqg5x3oe.cloudfront.net/images/admissions/index/hero/index-hero-1230x410.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Admissions office, Staff offices, Counselors offices, Medical Staff Offices and Offices of student activities.</span></em></span></div><hr><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">the JAMISON CLARKE staff</span></span></em></div><div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">the ADMINSTRATION</span></em></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Dean: Hayden Sky</li><li>Vice Dean: Akasha Cavalli</li><li>Public Relations &amp; Finance: Cesileigh Capshaw</li><li>Hayde's Secretary: (Open Position)</li><li>Akasha's Secretary: (Open Position)</li><li>Cesileigh's Secretary: (Open Position)</li><li>Office Assistant: (Open Position)</li><li>Office Assistant: (Open Position)</li></ul></td><td>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</td><td><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">the ADMIN MEDICAL</span></em></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Surigcal Doctor: Artemis Fowl <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (Chief of Surgical Program)</li><li>Medical Doctor: Pearl Theodopolous <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (head of med program)</li><li>Nurse Practioner: Kristine Anderson<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (head of nursing program)</li><li>Nurse: (Open Position)</li><li>(Open Positions)</li></ul></td></tr><tr><td><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">the PROFESSORS</span></span></em><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Félicité Mercer (History)</li><li>Lucius Tamaros (Music)</li><li>Torin Prince (Creative Writing)</li><li>Quinn Whitlock (Latin)</li><li>Dominic DeCosta (Physical Education)</li><li>Pearl Theodopolous, MD (Medical Sciences)</li><li>Kristine Anderson, NP, PhD (Nursing Program)</li><li>Amira Hensley (Anthropology Professor)</li></ul></td><td>&nbsp; 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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Administrative Staff Offices building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>06-04-2016, 19:37:30</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"></span><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246261.msg12207913#msg12207913">Quote from: Mxyzptlk on 03-04-2016, 06:14:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font">[/size]</span><div class="floatright"><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"></span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2px;" class="bbc_size">Name: Hayden SkyLocation: Administrative offices, Jamison ClarkeDate and Time: September 27th, 1pmMood: Relaxed no rush after lunchSortment: Dean of AdmissionsTag: Kristen AndersonHis secretary Madison, informed him that his 1 o'clock interview should be running on time shortly after he had returned from lunch. Hayden had opted for some off campus food. Going to his favorite little diner that made an amazing meatloaf and mean apple pie. Feeling stuffed and sleepy he nodded to Madison and entered his office to run through some files of potential students for Jamison Clarke as he waited trying to not doze off in the process. Dressed like the image. At about 2 minutes to 1, he stood up, yawned and slapped himself across the face a few times lightly to wake up and jump up and down in the process. That's when Madison was knocking at the door. Hayden moved away from his desk in front of it to reach the door and open it, just as Madison handed him the possible new employee's resume, Hayden smiled and looked up from the C.V. in his hand his eyes wide to the woman that stood next to Madison. "Oh you're joking."He snorted, a huge grin across his face as he dropped the formalities and hugged Kristen instead. Madison frowned at the exchange and closed the door behind them. As she did Hayden pulled away from the huge and shook his head grinning as he took her in. "This is you?"He held up the resume for the nursing position and application and grinned once more. Still amused and thinking this was possibly a joke on her part he cocked his brow with a half smirk on his lips. "Are you here to bust my balls? Or what? Sit. Let's at least, play catch up."He offered her a chair then went around to his desk and sat at his chair, reclining and bouncing back and forth as he did. His elbow propped on the chair his finger on his chin as he had a wide smile on his lips and he just took in the sight of her. "Do you really need a job? And what are you doing in Virginia?"</span></span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"></span><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246261.msg12210761#msg12210761">Quote from: Mxyzptlk on 04-04-2016, 07:25:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2px;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Hayden Sky<br><strong>Location:</strong> Administrative offices, Jamison Clarke<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 27th, 1pm<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed no rush after lunch<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Dean of Admissions<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kristen Anderson<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Hayden couldn't believe what Kristen had made of herself reviewing her resume and her ambition on paper it was as if he was looking at a completely different person than the one he knew in high school. He was sure the woman would go into newspaper reporting with the way she was constantly snooping around and so involved in the school paper. Needless to say, he was impressed with the woman she had become. <br><br>Ahh there it was the banter the two got up to in high school she hadn't disappointed him yet. Hayden chuckled with a grin shaking his head his brows raised looking very much like a school boy. <br><br>Throwing his head back in laughter now as she wondered out loud if he was gay. <strong>"Are you kidding me?"</strong> Raising his brow a smile on his lips as he shook his head at her and chuckled,<strong> "don't you remember Karen?"</strong> His high school sweetheart who had torn a hole in his Kansas size heart. Leaving him for his best friend and ended up marrying him and getting knocked up. Come to think of it Kristine was there for that heartbreak. Even if he was stoic and barely spoke his feelings Kristine was about the only one he listened to and actually hugged him when she caught him practically sobbing as he gazed at a picture of Karen. <br><br>It was the first time he knew that they would be friends regardless of the way they took cheap shots at each other. Licking his lips the man leaned in and dropped his voice, hoping she knew this was as confidential as possible. <strong>"Dad died, the farm is in red. I had to take this ridiculous paying job even if I don't agree with the concept. I try not enforce so many insane options for these kids. But that's between you and me the walls have ears."</strong> He raised his brow whispering and leaned back with a grin. <br><br>Nodding solemnly and understanding why she needed the change he cast her resume aside on his desk and asked her, <strong>"You'll be help run the medical student program as well as patch up any kids and staff that get sick. Is that something you could handle?"</strong><br><br>If there was something he was sure of was Kristine's passion. When she loved something she was like a pitt bull to a pant leg protective and wouldn't let up on her project. He knew without having to look at her resume or credentials. She was hired as long as she agreed to what he was offering. The details would later. The man also knew the woman before him didn't mind who was gay or straight. She was a people person and more outward and friendly than Hayden was in school. <br>[/size][/font]</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"></span><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246261.msg12214609#msg12214609">Quote from: Ink Slinger on 05-04-2016, 17:52:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2px;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> School Nurse<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Still surprised, relaxing a little<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/kris_interview/set?id=195163135)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Hayden Sky <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Administrative Offices, Jamison Clarke<br></span></span><hr><br>How far they'd come since high school, in life and in distance.&nbsp; As much as she'd hated leaving Hayden and some of their friends behind she couldn't wait to get out of Kansas at eighteen.&nbsp; And now here she sat in Hayden's office a world away from where they'd met.&nbsp; School didn't prepare her for what came after and college hadn't prepared her for the emotional toll her career would take on her life.&nbsp; None of that weighed on her mind now though.&nbsp; Hell, part of her felt like that teenage girl again.&nbsp; All nerves and energy at seeing Hayden.&nbsp; And this time, he wasn't taken or devastated.&nbsp; Some small part of her, one she thought had died, had to wonder about the possibilities and implications of them working close together again.<br><br><strong>"Oh I remember Karen."</strong> All to well, and though she never said it out loud, she always thought he was too good for her.&nbsp; <strong>"But I also see you're not wearing a ring now, FlapJack."</strong>&nbsp; Which could mean a lot of things, but given the location of this conversation she had to needle him just a bit.&nbsp; She knew he was too kind and too intelligent to be a bigot.&nbsp; &nbsp;He'd become a better dresser since the last time she saw him too.&nbsp; <br><br>He leaned forward and her breath caught, just a small, fast hitch.&nbsp; As he began to speak though she frowned.&nbsp; New of the farm in trouble tugged at her heart.&nbsp; His parents always worked so hard, but small farms were dying out like a plague had hit.&nbsp; Those that weren't dying were being sold to larger farms owned by corporations not families.&nbsp; She'd heard about his father, even went back to Kansas for the funeral, though she wasn't able to stay long.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm sorry, Hayden."</strong> She said softly.&nbsp; He was in a tough spot and she doubted anyone around here even knew about it. <br><br>She smiled at his question about the responsibilities.&nbsp; <strong>"I could handle it in my sleep."</strong>&nbsp; A bit cocky? Yeah but she could back it up so all in all it was also truth.&nbsp; <strong>"Given what your board seems to want to encourage I would also be happy to give seminars on safe practices and offer a judgement free place to get what they need."</strong>&nbsp; The last thing she wanted was to be dolling out meds like candy because the campus was crippled by rampant venereal diseases or dealing with a rash of pregnant students.&nbsp; No body needed that.&nbsp; <br>[/size][/font]</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2px;" class="bbc_size"><br><br><br>Carrying over from JC front entrance</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Administrative Staff Offices building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>06-04-2016, 19:48:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/36800000/Tom-Welling-erika-wesley-36889387-547-800.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hayden Sky<br><strong>Location: </strong>Administrative offices, Jamison Clarke<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 27th, 1pm<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed no rush after lunch<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Dean of Admissions<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kristen Anderson<br><hr>Hayden absentmindedly rubbed his hands when she mentioned he was wearing a ring. His lips pursed together as he licked them and set his hands down. <strong>"Very observant, Anderson."</strong> Which lead him to lean in and explain his reasons for being here at this school of all places as Dean of Admissions. Saying it out loud did make him sound like a sellout but the man would do anything to save his family's farm. Too many generations to throw in the towel. Clearing his throat when she apologized her waved his hand. <br><br>The change of subject was for the best, as he cast her resume aside asking her if what he was offering she'd be able to handle. Smirking with her response. Now down right chuckling at her statement and shaking his head. <strong>"You got yourself a deal, you'll have a medical doctor to assist with patients and the difficult teaching for procedures. However the bulk of the classroom and preceptor work will land on your hands."</strong> He extended his hand out to her to shake on the deal. <br><br><strong>"I suppose you'll want to discuss compensation?" </strong><br><br>Picking her resume back up the man studied it in case she had filled in that information nothing showed neither in her employment app. So he went with his package and benefits offer for a woman of her qualifications. <strong>"We offer a 5000 dollar sign in bonus, a free apartment on campus for when you are teaching during certain semesters. Full medical and dental. A 401k and 100,000 dollars a year Salary. Counter offer?"</strong> He cocked his brow with an amused smirk as he rocked side to side gently in his chair keeping his baby blues trained on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Administrative Staff Offices building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 01:56:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/14100000/Erica-Durance-smallville-14115908-244-326.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> School Nurse<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Still surprised, relaxing a little more<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/kris_interview/set?id=195163135)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Hayden Sky <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Administrative Offices, Jamison Clarke<br><hr><br>She had a fine line to walk, interviewing with an old friend.&nbsp; So much of her just wanted to kick back and catch up on everything.&nbsp; Sure they'd kept in touch superficially, in the internet age who didn't sometimes talk a friend on social media?&nbsp; But as life got busier she got worse at keeping in touch.&nbsp; Of course she had not lost her observation skills, she used them every day at work in assessing her patients and their courses of treatment.&nbsp; Kris had to keep reminding herself this was an interview.&nbsp; She didn't want to screw it up and put her friend in a position of telling her he wasn't going to hire her.&nbsp; She also didn't want him to feel pressured just because they were friends. <br><br>Kris watched Hayden carefully, noted the way his eyes crinkled just a little when he smiled and chuckled.&nbsp; His laugh, light as it was, became infectious and she chuckled too.&nbsp; A wide smile broke over her lips when he said she had a deal.&nbsp; <strong>"I can get on board with that."</strong> She nodded, trying not to look too eager or pleased.&nbsp; Mentoring students into excellent nurses would be fulfilling in a new way.&nbsp; She'd found a great joy in mentoring her lil' sis' in tri-delta.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Of course I want to discuss compensation and benefits."</strong> Her grin turned a bit wicked as she waggled her eyebrows at him.&nbsp; She couldn't help flirt with him.&nbsp; Though if asked, she would categorically deny that it was flirting.&nbsp; Nope.&nbsp; Just banter with an old, dear friend.&nbsp; <br><br>Signing bonus, nice.&nbsp; She tilted her head to the side, considering the rest.&nbsp; A cool hundred thou a year without having to shell out rent or mortgage, plus insurance and a retirement plan?&nbsp; The deal wasn't bad.&nbsp; <strong>"And outside of those certain semesters where am I supposed to live?"</strong> She arched a brow at him.&nbsp; He made it sound like there could be times during the year she'd have to have some other kind of living arrangement.&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>"As a counter, let's talk about a hundred fifteen thousand a year.&nbsp; I think I'm worth at least that."</strong>&nbsp; The money wasn't a make or break.&nbsp; She just wanted to see if he'd move on it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Administrative Staff Offices building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 02:08:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/36800000/Tom-Welling-erika-wesley-36889387-547-800.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hayden Sky<br><strong>Location: </strong>Administrative offices, Jamison Clarke<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 27th, 1pm<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed no rush after lunch<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Dean of Admissions<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><hr>Kristine Anderson a woman who took no prisoners. Most people viewed her as a strong independent woman, but Hayden had come to learn about her on a deeper level. A woman with compassion and big caring heart. So even with her sarcastic comebacks and mild flirting Hayden had grown accustomed to over the years he saw right through her. Grinning in a smirk, <strong>"just when I think you're gonna swing left, you go right instead."</strong> Shaking his head in amusement. <br><br>The college held a small fortune for potential new employees but Hayden had to be smart in how he countered her proposal. Leaning forward to lick his lips and add with his brow raised, <strong>"counter offer, I'll let you stay on the farm when you're not here during a semester. I'm sure my mom would love to have you."</strong> He gave her his boyish grin before he added, <div align="center">"or you could have the apartment all year as long as you're employed at Jamison Clarke even if you're off for say, summer term?"</div><br>Hayden leaned back placing his elbow on the armrest, bending his arm and using his finger tips to hold the side of his face as he watched her carefully waiting on her counter. Oh, this was going to be entertaining to come to an agreement. Generally, in the past, Hayden would have agreed just to shut her up and do his own thing. But at the moment, he would be her boss so she had to understand why he was playing hardball with the army brat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Administrative Staff Offices building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 02:27:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/14100000/Erica-Durance-smallville-14115908-244-326.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> School Nurse<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Still surprised, relaxing a little more<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/kris_interview/set?id=195163135)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Hayden Sky <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Administrative Offices, Jamison Clarke<br><hr><br>So what a fun little development.&nbsp; Something about him being all 'big man in charge' sent a little electric charge right down her spine to settle in her core.&nbsp; She figured maybe he'd come back with an offer of one-five or something like that and tell her to take semesters off as a vacation to go see her family, but instead he threw his own curve ball.&nbsp; She laughed, leaning in.&nbsp; <strong>"Someone around here has to keep your on toes, Farmboy."</strong>&nbsp; Her eyes glittered a bit as she smiled.&nbsp; His baby blues were just irresistible.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Go back to the farm with your mother and not you?"</strong> She sniggered.&nbsp; <strong>"You're gonna give your dear ol' mom the wrong idea."</strong>&nbsp; His mother was one of the sweetest women in all the world.&nbsp; Kris wasn't sure if Hayden knew about his mother's promise to her parents when she stayed behind during their senior year.&nbsp; She was already eighteen when her family got the news, so legally she'd been an adult, but his mom promised to look after her.&nbsp; And she had in the form of dinners here or there, taking her to get a manicure before prom and being someone Kris could talk to.&nbsp; <br><br>Kris grinned a bit, <strong>"Guess I'll just have to find myself a special somebody to take care of me when I'm on vacation or sabbatical."</strong> Like she even knew what sabbatical was.&nbsp; The brunette worked super hard and rarely took time off.&nbsp; She'd won the immune system lottery and in twelve years had only missed two days of work.&nbsp; Those she'd missed because she'd been so sick she just laid on the bathroom floor.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Administrative Staff Offices building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 02:41:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/36800000/Tom-Welling-erika-wesley-36889387-547-800.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hayden Sky<br><strong>Location: </strong>Administrative offices, Jamison Clarke<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 27th, 1pm<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed no rush after lunch<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Dean of Admissions<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><hr><strong>"Oh and that someone is you, Anderson?"</strong> He quipped right back at her without missing a beat. Rocking gently on his chair still very amused as he gazed into her eyes waiting for the woman to counter his offer once again. <br><br><strong>"Oh come on Kris, it's not like you haven't overtaken my room, kicked me to the couch and used up all the hot water on the farm before. You and your marathon showers. Mom would be happy to have you. Besides it would mean a break from me."</strong><br><br>Her next statement caused Hayden's smile to fade slightly. Giving her a sarcastic tight lip smile instead. <strong>"heh.. Bonus points on finding someone who could overlook your personality, Anderson."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Administrative Staff Offices building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 03:03:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/14100000/Erica-Durance-smallville-14115908-244-326.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> School Nurse<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Still surprised, relaxing a little more<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/kris_interview/set?id=195163135)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Hayden Sky <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Administrative Offices, Jamison Clarke<br><hr><br><strong>"Of course it's me, FlapJack.&nbsp; Who else is going to get under your skin like me?"</strong> Who else could get under his skin like someone who knew him back in the day? Who knew where he came from and how to push his buttons?&nbsp; No one, that's who.&nbsp; So it would seem she already had a secondary mission at Jamison.&nbsp; <strong>"I do wonder how quickly I could get the nickname to catch on."</strong> Her grin told him all he needed to know about how much she was joking.&nbsp; She'd always had a lot of respect for him, and he'd get the respect he deserved as her boss.&nbsp; Well, in public anyway. <br><br><strong>"If you'll remember, your mom made you give up your bed and go to the couch until my dad got that little apartment set up for me."</strong>&nbsp; But oh she'd relished it and even though he was with Karen at the time paraded around his house in his tee-shirt and little else for breakfast when she could get away with it.&nbsp; Never in front of his parents, she respected them too much.&nbsp; <br><br>She barked a laugh at his barb to her personality.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh honey that list is long and gorgeous."</strong> She gave him a Cheshire grin.&nbsp; <strong>"Besides, I'm fun.</strong> She winked at him.&nbsp; Oh the stories that could be told about her and frat parties.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Administrative Staff Offices building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 23:53:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/36800000/Tom-Welling-erika-wesley-36889387-547-800.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hayden Sky<br><strong>Location: </strong>Administrative offices, Jamison Clarke<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 27th, 1pm<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed no rush after lunch<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Dean of Admissions<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><br><hr><br>Hayden smirked at his old friend shaking his head in the process. <strong>"Careful now, people are gonna think we're actually friends."</strong> The woman did get under his skin, their relationship went from witty banter to friendship without either one realizing it over the course of the years. Of course, neither one would admit it out loud that they actually could stand to be around the other. Instead masking their caring with insults and jokes. It was as if time had not mattered they both seemed to jump back on the same train they were on from back in the days in Kansas. <br><br>His mother and father both adored her. Of course, Hayden recalled every little detail of when she would come stay with them. Even that one time when her plumbing was broken and her apartment had gotten flooded. Hayden had ended up at her door rescuing her and bringing her back to the farm. Even if he protested to his parents calling her annoying and bossy. He wore a look of really not wanting to rescue her but she saw passed his facade and ended up changing the subject so quickly they were already half way back to the farm before he realized that she wasn't going to be such a pain in the ass to open his home for. Fun times. <br><br>Currently, Hayden's expression was one of tightlipped smile territory. Reserved for the special occasion when he was being sarcastic and wanted to mask his thoughts. He wasn't even sure what he was feeling the man had never given it any thought. But seeing that sparkle in her eyes when he first saw her and the door to his office and that huge smile on her face made him feel loved and appreciated. Even if at the moment the thought of her on a date with another man was bothering him. Playing the brotherly role Hayden leaned in concerned, <strong>"Just be careful alright? You have the tendency of attracting the strangest and weirdest men."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Administrative Staff Offices building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 00:12:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/14100000/Erica-Durance-smallville-14115908-244-326.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> School Nurse<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Still surprised, relaxing a little more<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/kris_interview/set?id=195163135)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Hayden Sky <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Administrative Offices, Jamison Clarke<br><hr><br>She laughed at the comment about being friends.&nbsp; Somewhere along the line she discovered he wasn't really so bad, and though she would truly call him friend, their verbal sparring never lost its edge.&nbsp; And she liked it that way.&nbsp; She didn't want friends who just agreed with everything she said.&nbsp; She liked a bit of a challenge, in everything.&nbsp; <strong>"Don't worry about it, FlapJack.&nbsp; They won't think it for long."</strong> She teased him.&nbsp; <strong>"Though, given the goal of this school, I wonder if I could get everyone to call you FapJack."</strong>&nbsp; Kris laughed softly.&nbsp; <br><br>She knew and remembered the smile all too well.&nbsp; He attempted to play his cards close to the chest.&nbsp; Fair enough.&nbsp; They were in the middle of a delicate dance, and would be until she left the office.&nbsp; Outside of this office, perhaps they could just pal around and catch up.&nbsp; At the moment, however, they still had business to settle.&nbsp; Make no mistake, he'd be getting a good hug before she walked out the door however.&nbsp; Now that surprise passed into comfort and dare she say happiness at seeing him, she wanted to give him a proper hug.&nbsp; Until he went and got all big brother.&nbsp; <strong>"You know, I have changed some since high school and I can take care of myself, Hay."</strong> <br><br>Kris gave him a level look that said her dating life was none of his damn business.&nbsp; Especially since he didn't know she dated women as well as men.&nbsp; She thought of herself as sapiosexual, that is, attracted to intelligence over any physical attribute.&nbsp; <strong>"On a more serious note, when are you looking for the person who takes this position to begin?"</strong>&nbsp; It was important.&nbsp; She still had to move her stuff several hundred miles.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Administrative Staff Offices building</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 10:20:22</strong>
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				<br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>I <em>Think</em> We're Not In Kanas Anymore.</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/36800000/Tom-Welling-erika-wesley-36889387-547-800.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Hayden Sky<br><strong>Location: </strong>Administrative offices, Jamison Clarke<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 27th, 1pm<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed no rush after lunch<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Dean of Admissions<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Kristine Anderson - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Hayden only narrowed his eyes with her flapjack comment. Shaking his head, he'd make sure to draw her attention to something else if she dared make that a trending hastag. <strong>"Social media junkie."</strong> He thought with a smirk.<br><br>But Hayden was not convinced as Kris clued him in on the fact she had changed some, <strong>"Uh huh sure, sure Kris."</strong> He said almost in a placating tone but he wore a boyish grin to show he was in fact not being serious. Rolling his eyes slightly for effect and giving her a tight-lipped smile. Something funny did occur in the pit of his stomach when she used his nickname. <br><br>Hay. <br><br>Maybe it was the tone it which she had used it that got to him. Hayden shook it off and was brought back from his musings. Chuckling as he responded, <strong>"What's wrong, Anderson? I thought you were a fly by the seat of your pants type of girl?"</strong> The man teased then shook his head and got serious. <br><br><strong>"If you need some time to gather your affairs and such, naturally the school will understand."</strong> He replied professionally then added an unprofessional bonus statement. <strong> "As will I"</strong><br><br>Trademark boyish grin in place. Check.<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>11-04-2016, 22:59:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/14100000/Erica-Durance-smallville-14115908-244-326.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kristine Anderson<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> School Nurse<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Still surprised, relaxing a little more<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/kris_interview/set?id=195163135)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Hayden Sky <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Administrative Offices, Jamison Clarke<br><hr><br>She returned his narrowed eyes with a Cheshire grin.&nbsp; The threat was mostly an idle one.&nbsp; As Dean of the school he deserved respect.&nbsp; As her friend she couldn't help but razz him a little.&nbsp; Perhaps she needed a secondary set of Social Media accounts that students wouldn't ever see?&nbsp; Something to ponder.&nbsp; Wow she really was a Social Media junkie.&nbsp; <strong>"Inquiring minds want to know and I've got the answers."</strong>&nbsp; She batted her lashes at him all mock sweet and innocent like. <br><br>Kris rolled her eyes at him all while something in her chest squeezed at the way he called her Kris.&nbsp; Then he was right back to her last name and she figured maybe she just had some bad fish tacos at lunch and it was heart burn.&nbsp; Who knew?&nbsp; She figured Richmond was a lot closer to the ocean than Tennessee so it had to be safer to get seafood.&nbsp; <br><br>She debated telling him this was her third interview in three weeks.&nbsp; It was the first offer of a job however.&nbsp; The other two were supposed to get back to her within in the next couple of days.&nbsp; The smart thing would be to wait and weigh all the offers.&nbsp; But Jamison Clarke had something the others didn't.&nbsp; Hayden.&nbsp; A familiar face, a friend.&nbsp; She wouldn't be completely starting over in Richmond like she would with the other two positions.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I need a week.&nbsp; Just to pack up my apartment, arrange moving and storage of items that won't fit in the staff apartment."</strong>&nbsp; And just like that, she'd made up her mind she would be taking the position working for Hayden.&nbsp; Oh boy.&nbsp; His last statement, damn him.&nbsp; Did he want her here more than he was letting on?&nbsp; She put the thoughts aside, for now.&nbsp; <strong>"Are the staff apartments furnished?"</strong>&nbsp; At his nod she decided she'd just sell most of her stuff.&nbsp; She got all of it second hand anyway.&nbsp; Her mattress and box spring would come though.&nbsp; The thought of used bedding once again in her life made her shudder. <br><br>Conversation went on a few minutes longer, answering final questions and working out the last of the details.&nbsp; She promised to text him when she was on her way with all her stuff.&nbsp; They stood and exchanged a pleasant goodbye, she thanked him for taking the time to interview her.&nbsp; Before exiting his office Kris wrapped him in a tight hug.&nbsp; As she walked out he got a good view of the back of her stockings, which were seamed up the back and hugging her legs just right. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>14-04-2016, 01:05:16</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>The Doctor Is </strong></span><span style="background-color: white;" class="bbc_color"><span style="font-family: Bradley Hand ITC;" class="bbc_font"><strong> <em>In</em> </strong></span><span style="font-size: 1pt;" class="bbc_size">.</span></span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/archive/6/63/20160218060129!Elliot-scrubs.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Dr Pearl Theodopolous<br><strong>Location: </strong>Her Office<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> 5th September, 15:58<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Hopeful, expectant<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Medical Doctor<br><strong>Tag:</strong> <em><strong>OPEN</strong></em></span><br><hr><br>Pearl sat at her desk reviewing medical files for some of the students returning from last year, going over the inventory of the various disposables a well equipped doctor's office needed, such as tongue depressors (or ice lolly sticks as she liked to call them) swabs, latex gloves,&nbsp; and the like, and also checking that she had an adequate supply of prescription forms and the like.<br><br>A new year, a new job, a past carefully left behind on the other side of the continent, and everything the Doc could hope for seemed to be coming her way. Never mind the stated philosophy of this school, which she didn't wholly approve of, it paid well and she was going to be allowed to practice in an environment where her favourite type of patient were more likely to be receptive to the sort of examination she enjoyed giving.<br><br>She sighed happily, looked at the clock and packed away most of the paperwork. It was time. She smiled happily at herself and opened the door that led into the small waiting room.<br><br>"Who's first?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 04:42:10</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font"><strong>The Doctor Is </strong></span><span style="background-color: white;" class="bbc_color"><span style="font-family: Bradley Hand ITC;" class="bbc_font"><strong> <em>In</em> </strong></span><span style="font-size: 1pt;" class="bbc_size">.</span></span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/WHRT/Domino/tumblr_lddfmuSTUh1qbqytwo1_1280_zps7edc07e1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Domino Rocha<br><strong>Sorting:</strong> Second year student | Forever Silver!<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bisexual (prefers women)<br><strong>Mood:</strong> <em>'I've got a sudden pain'</em><br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> September 5th | Around 4PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Doc's Office<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Spongebob muscle tee, blk sports bra, blk Nike Basketball Shorts, high socks, blk Nikes, blk fitted cap<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The Doc (Dr Pearl Theodopolous)</span><hr><span style="font-family: palatino linotype;" class="bbc_font">Domino was one of those people who would avoid going to the doctor until she was damn near on her deathbed or else had passed out and been taken without her knowledge. Seriously. Something about having someone poke and prod at you in that detached, clinical way&nbsp; just unnerved the shit out of her. Plus, being around a bunch of other sick or seriously injured people was just plain depressing on top of it. So then why was she sitting outside the doctor's office, reclined in one of those hella uncomfortable chairs they liked to put in waiting areas? <br><br>Good question. <br><br>The answer of course would have been fairly easy for anyone who knew Domino even a little. The silver student had a notorious <em>'thing'</em> for older women. Especially those who were supposed to be off limits--like the faculty of Jamison. She'd tell just about anyone about how Vice Dean Cavalli was destined to be her baby mama (she just didn't know it yet) and well, once word had spread about a good looking new doc on campus, Domino reasoned that she had to check this out for herself. <br><br>She didn't even recall what excuse she'd given when she'd signed in but when the doctor finally appeared asking who was up first, Domino stood. "That would be me," she half smiled, her accent more London than Los Angeles due to having spent the summer with her sister who had an unbreakable accent. She kept herself from springing over but she wasn't quite up to a full blown limp so she simply walked over calmly, laid back as ever as she got her first good look at the doc she'd been hearing about. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-04-2016, 16:50:47</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>The Doctor Is </strong></span><span style="background-color: white;" class="bbc_color"><span style="font-family: Bradley Hand ITC;" class="bbc_font"><strong> <em>In</em> </strong></span><span style="font-size: 1pt;" class="bbc_size">.</span></span></span></div><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/archive/6/63/20160218060129!Elliot-scrubs.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Dr Pearl Theodopolous<br><strong>Location: </strong>Her Office<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> 5th September, 4:00pm or thereabouts<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Trying to act professional.<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Medical Doctor<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Domino <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span><br><hr><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247048.msg12247358#msg12247358">Quote from: Kokaine on 17-04-2016, 04:42:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "That would be me," <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Pearl smiled, held the door open as the attractive brunette tried to look ill as she walked past. <em>Hmm...</em><br><br>"Take a seat, please?" The doc indicated a chair on the opposite side of her desk from her own chair - barely more comfortable than those out in the waiting room, but with a little more padding on. She settled into her own comfortable swivel chair used the mouse to open a new patient file on her computer. "Name? Age? and what year are you? Hmm... And what, ah, sorting?" She filled the details in and the software automatically searched the student database, came up with the relevant information, including the fact that Domino had no previous medical history on campus. <br><br>"Seems you're normally pretty fit and healthy. What seems to be the trouble?" She smiled warmly, her eyes drifting down to the woman's breasts, barely contained within the tight teeshirt. <em>Breast cancer screening</em>, she hoped, yanking her gaze back up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 12:12:41</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>A new day, a new messy office.</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/7SDV1Gx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Prof. Amira Hensley<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Visiting Anthropology Professor<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 30th, 9:30 a.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Staff offices, Jamison Clark<br><strong>Mood:</strong> excited but slighty nervous and trying to show neither<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Wil Holms - <em><strong>open</strong></em><hr><br>Amira wasn't sure how long it would take her to be a grown up professor. She had been at this teaching thing for a number of years but at times still felt like that lanky girl dropping books and getting the straps of her satchel stuck in the door. Perhaps that is why she choose to come teach at JCPU. It was a break from the sometimes stuff air at UC London. And hey, it didn't hurt that a British accent meant cool to many in these United States. Being stateside long enough would cause her to lose some of that, as it did every time she stayed this side of the pond, but for now she was just familiar and foreign enough to use it to her advantage. <br><br>It also didn't hurt that there was no one in the hall way when she half stumbled on her heel and almost knocked all the contents of her piled high boxes across the hallway floor. <em>Classy Mira, brilliant!</em> She angled the door of her office open with her ankle and headed inside with a grateful sight. <em>Made it.</em><br><br>It wasn't a large office (http://i.imgur.com/1atIrzb.jpg) or too small, just enough room for a desk, more than a few books on built in shelves that lined the walls, some small couches for brooding undergrads, and a table for the myriad of papers Amira would be surely grading soon. She might invest in a small icebox for her lunch and what not. But first - books! Anthropology was, if nothing else, a publisher's best friend. <br><br>Three trips to the lobby where she had boxes delivered the day before and sore calves and arms later, she had all her favorite go to ethnographic and text books grouped by author, interest, and year. Next was a plant she had bought at the airport, a few pictures to hang on the walls, and then Professor Hensley was on to a much more monumental task - figuring out her bloody staff log-in. <br><br>"Now is it a dash or an underscore after HenslAM? Ugh, these directions are bullocks!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 18:18:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.comicbook.com/uploads1/2014/12/5lnmpg4-114757.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wilhelmina "Wil" Holms<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Graduate Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> slightly nervous<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Blue dress, tan flats<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Amira Hensley<strong><em>[Open]</em></strong><br><strong>Location; Date and time:</strong> Staff Officess, Jamison Clarke; September 30 10:15 AM<br><hr><br>She'd volunteered to be the Teacher's Assistant for the new professor of Anthropology.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Well, the subject was in her wheel house.&nbsp; She actually enjoyed studying ancient and not so ancient civilizations.&nbsp; She liked digging into why they thrived and why they died.&nbsp; It was just one of many weird quirks.&nbsp; Wil planned to meet the new professor after her first meeting of the day.&nbsp; A meeting that went quicker than anticipated so the young woman arrived at her potential new boss' office a bit early.&nbsp; She paused outside the door to smooth her hands down over the skirt of her dress.&nbsp; She could do this.&nbsp; <br><br>Wil had, for as long as she could remember, been awkward around people.&nbsp; Perhaps because as a child she preferred books to playing make believe and thus started to propel herself ahead of her peers academically.&nbsp; After all, one doesn't graduate high school at sixteen without skipping a grade here or there.&nbsp; This all stunted her social growth though.&nbsp; Much younger than her classmates, they often wanted nothing to do with her.&nbsp; Well, except threaten her well being if she ruined another curve.&nbsp; <em>Just relax.&nbsp; You can do this.</em> She told herself before extending her hand to wrap her knuckles against the door frame.&nbsp; <strong>"Hello? Professor Hensley?&nbsp; It's Wilhelmina you're 10:30."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>She glanced around the office that looked like it'd been hit by a hurricane.&nbsp; Obviously Miss Hensley had come in early and begun unpacking.&nbsp; When she spotted the other woman she smiled.&nbsp; <strong>"Looks like you've brought quite a few books with you."</strong> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>20-04-2016, 05:18:38</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>A new day, a new messy office.</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/7SDV1Gx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Prof. Amira Hensley<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Visiting Anthropology Professor<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 30th, 9:30 a.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Staff offices, Jamison Clark<br><strong>Mood:</strong> excited but slighty nervous and trying to show neither<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Wil Holms - <em><strong>open</strong></em><hr><br>There was a rap on the door to her office and then an accompanying thud as Amira's head hit under the work desk she was currently crouched under. She heard a female voice that she assumed matched the young lass she had spoken to on facebook the day before. There was a disembodied "Please, do come in." and an arm extended upwards from under the table, fingers clutching and separating tangled computer cords. <br><br>It took a few moments and a colorful choice of swear words before the full professor emerged from under the desk. (Amira's frick! had a pretty good Coastal US thud of an accent to it, perhaps attributed to her love the show Scrubs.) "I don't suppose you have a second degree in tech support with a minor in printers, hmm?" <br><br>University humor, it worked as well back home at Uni as here. Amira brushed some carpet fuzz from her dress and walked over, extending a hand to the grad student. "Wilhelmina, is it? What's your pleasure - Wilhelmina or Wil? You may call me Professor Hensley, Ms. Hensley, or Amira. It's wonderful to have your aboard our small Anthro ship, though it's more of a dingy at the moment." That was a reference to the almost non-existent nature of the department and to the currently wrecked appearance of her office. <br><br>"Ah yes, books. What some would say is the sole purpose of using a social science degree as anything but a good coping mechanism for a career as a till girl." Another joke. She was on a dull, awkward roll today.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>22-04-2016, 08:22:53</strong>
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				(http://i.imgur.com/K1Hn1Ox.jpg)<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.ezimba.com/work/160419C/ezimba15144967460900.jpg)</div><strong>Sent:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;October 1, 2016 6:00 a.m.<br><strong>From:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Amira.Hensley@jcp.edu<br><strong>To:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Hayden.Sky@jcp.edu<br><strong>CC:</strong><br><strong>Subject:</strong> Meeting Request<br><br>Dean Sky -<br><br>Thank you again for the opportunity to be the first transfer staff between our two unis. I'm happy to represent UCL here at Jackson Clarke Prep! <br>I've gotten settled into my office and quarters and would like to sit down to discuss scheduling an upcoming class. Let me know when you are <br>available over the next week and I will meet you at your office. <br><br>Cheers,<br>A. Hensley
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>22-04-2016, 18:56:31</strong>
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				(http://i.imgur.com/K1Hn1Ox.jpg)<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.ksitetv.com/forums/customavatars/avatar35701_481.gif)</div><strong>Sent:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;October 1, 2016 10:01 a.m.<br><strong>From:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Hayden.Sky@jcp.edu<br><strong>To:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Amira.Hensley@jcp.edu<br><strong>CC:</strong><br><strong>Subject:</strong> Re: Meeting Request<br><br>Professor Hensley,<br><br>Good morning! I hope you were able to get settled in and such, we are looking forward to having you work with us. UCL was kind enough<br>with the interests and request when we chose you to be a part of the staff. We are lucky to have you on board! My schedule looks tight<br>however I am available Tuesday between 3-5 and Friday between 10-11. There is much we need to discuss. Set up an appointment with <br>my secretary to pencil you in. <br><br>Kindest Regards, <br>Hayden Sky
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>22-04-2016, 21:00:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.comicbook.com/uploads1/2014/12/5lnmpg4-114757.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wilhelmina "Wil" Holms<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Graduate Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> slightly nervous<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Blue dress, tan flats<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Amira Hensley<strong><em>[Open]</em></strong><br><strong>Location; Date and time:</strong> Staff Officess, Jamison Clarke; September 30 10:15 AM<br><hr><br>She wined at the thud and knew it had to hurt.&nbsp; She'd done the same thing countless times before.&nbsp; Somehow she'd never grown out of the awkward phase completely.&nbsp; Wil took a couple steps into the office and waited for the cursing to subside.&nbsp; She tried to place the woman's accent and simply couldn't.&nbsp; She heard a muddle of accents, perhaps the woman traveled a lot?&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Not a secondary degree, but I am pretty tech savvy.&nbsp; I can give it a look."</strong> She offered with a bright smile.&nbsp; The humor in it kind of going over her head.&nbsp; When you're years younger than your classmates and on a different school schedule than most kids your age during those all important teen years when even just one year difference in age can be an enormous gap, you find 'friendships' anywhere you can.&nbsp; A lot of hers were in books or on the internet.&nbsp; Being part of the generation to grow up with computing devices everywhere also helped her tech abilities, though as she looked at the professor she couldn't imagine the woman was <em>that</em> much older than she.&nbsp; Ms. Hensley didn't look it anyway.&nbsp; <br><br>When asked about her name she nodded, <strong>"Most people just call Wil."</strong>&nbsp; Even at home she was only Wilhelmina when she was in trouble.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm happy to be part of the team."</strong>&nbsp; She felt some of the nervousness ease out of her, relaxing her posture a bit.&nbsp; She quirked her head to the side at the professor's comment about books.&nbsp; A till girl? Oh wait, cashier.&nbsp; Yeah that must be it.&nbsp; Well she had no plans to be a cashier.&nbsp; Part of her thought she wanted to be a teacher.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>23-04-2016, 21:36:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>A new day, a new messy office.</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/MuBG1WB.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Prof. Amira Hensley<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Visiting Anthropology Professor<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 30th, 10:20 a.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Staff offices, Jamison Clark<br><strong>Mood:</strong> eager to start <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Wil Holms - <em><strong>open</strong></em><hr><br>"Wil it is, well met." Amira smiled, happy to have someone who will help lighten her load a bit as she first works on building a course of study, and then begins actually teaching the class. She motioned to the small round table near her desk for the two of them to sit. "Please do sit, I would offer you a cuppa tea but as some of my luggage was lost in flight I will have to find a local place to find a good brew and biscuits." <br><br>The professor settled back into the chair and crossed her legs in a casual and friendly way. "It was so wonderful to see your request to be my TA this semester. Back at UC London I would have to wait ages for someone to answer my advert and then at that time I would have to rush them through the syllabus and what not only days before the semester starts. Luckily for us I do not as of yet have a time table for when my first course will start. I have a meeting with Dean Sky this coming Friday though, so things should go swimmingly after that." <br><br>Her mobile made a few chirping noises from her bag still sitting on her desk and she looked back to it, but didn't see the need to get up - finding it rude to interrupt their chinwag. "So Wil, tell me about yourself and your studies."
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 01:36:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.comicbook.com/uploads1/2014/12/5lnmpg4-114757.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wilhelmina "Wil" Holms<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Graduate Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> slightly nervous<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Blue dress, tan flats<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Amira Hensley<strong><em>[Open]</em></strong><br><strong>Location; Date and time:</strong> Staff Officess, Jamison Clarke; September 30 10:15 AM<br><hr><br>The invitation to sit relaxed her a little further.&nbsp; Maybe the professor wanted her to sort out the printer after a chat?&nbsp; She didn't know and wasn't sure if she should ask so instead, Wil just seated herself at the little table with a small grin.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh that's very nice of you but I don't drink many hot beverages.&nbsp; Well not until it gets really cold out anyway."</strong>&nbsp; The slender blond woman smoothed her hands over the skirt of her dress in a somewhat nervous fashion.&nbsp; <br><br>What could she really say about volunteering to TA?&nbsp; She had too much time on her hands and most of the other TA positions were for courses she couldn't muster up enough care to apply.&nbsp; If she had to read hundreds of essays a week at least they would be on a subject she found interesting.&nbsp; For all her social quirks and faux pas she found people quite interesting.&nbsp; Well, mostly people long gone or from societies so unlike her own they may well have been from another planet.&nbsp; <strong>"If you just tell me where to be and when you can count on my presence."</strong>&nbsp; She smiled with a quick nod of her head.&nbsp; Punctuality was a major pep peeve of hers.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Do you need to get that?"</strong> She asked as the woman looked to the sounds, Wil could only guess a phone made, in her purse.&nbsp; Amira asked about her though, so she guessed not then.&nbsp; When asked about herself and her studies she shrugged.&nbsp; <strong>"Well, I am originally from Hertford, Connecticut.&nbsp; I chose Jamison for Grad School because it has a prestigious program without all the pressure and pomp of an ivy league.&nbsp; I'm working towards a Master's Degree with aspirations to teach.&nbsp; I did a semester abroad twice, once in Italy to study ancient Rome and the second in Ireland to study the Celts."</strong> It was a very brief overview but she always hated talking about herself.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"What made you decide to leave London for the states?"</strong> she inquired with a tilt of her head and no thought to how that might be overly personal.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>02-05-2016, 01:49:31</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/7SDV1Gx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Prof. Amira Hensley<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Visiting Anthropology Professor<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 30th, 10:30 a.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Staff offices, Jamison Clark<br><strong>Mood:</strong> glad to have Wil aboard<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Wil Holms - <em><strong>open</strong></em><hr><br>It was an odd American thing, to be sure - not drinking hot tea as much. Must have been that Boston thing so long ago. Even when she had lived stateside Amira had always made tea. It was a ritual that was as pleasing as the warm soothing feeling a good cuppa tea could bring. <br><br>Wil seemed to be a punctual and straightforward sort. Amira liked that but would remind herself to reel in her crazy just a bit around the post-grad. She could be eccentric and frazzled if she let her guard down and it might scare the lass away from what would be a very helpful part for Amira. <br><br>"No, I keep getting notification rings from my old email account back home." She would have to send off a few notes to get herself taken off certain email newsletters from London. It was interesting to hear Wil's interest and studies. Amira remembered her time getting her Master's fondly. <br><br>"Ireland is just smashingly beautiful, eh? Did you happen to go to Trinity College in Dublin? The Book of Kells is a remarklable thing to see in person. Not that a few jaunts through the countryside aren't brilliant as well. I almost fainted staring down the side of the Cliffs of Moor." She wouldn't mention getting plastered at more than a few pub crawls while in Galway for it's yearly Film Fleadh. <br><br>She smiled at the aspiring teacher. "It is a great profession though the learning curve is quite steep. You can easily get arse over elbow, even with the best training and intentions." Amira was sure Wil would see that in person more than once as Prof. Hensley got used to this new student body. <br><br>"Aye, my sabbatical from UCL. Well you mentioned the ivy leagues and studies in London can be quite cut throat. So my dual heritage and time living in the U.S. previously made some of the tenured faculty question my acumen. But, ironically, my foot in both words is what got me recommended for the visiting professorship so I guess it was a problem and solution rolled into one." <br><br>The time ticked by as the two ladies chatted but Amira knew that they were working on building a professional relationship, not just a personal one. She slapped her thighs softly and stood up. "Well it has been aces to meet you Wil. Now you did say something about knowing a thing or two about how these plasted printer's work? I think I am just not putting in the right credentials to connect to the uni's network." She walked over to her desk and picked up piece of paper that contained all her log in codes. "I would be so grateful for you help. Ya see I was hoping for your help to check a list of potential course books before heading in to see Dean Sky and I am sure to need a printer for that."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>02-05-2016, 02:10:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Making Amends</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AszzIQy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wyatt Gallo<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Postgrad<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 5th, 12:00 noon<br><strong>Location: </strong> Counselor Stone's office<br><strong>Mood:</strong> slight sheepish but encouraged to get some tips that may help his writing.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Alexandra Stone - <em><strong>closed</strong></em><hr><br>Wyatt had really made a fool of himself. And normally he didn't really notice or worry about such things. He had been making a fool of himself for so long he probably had enough credits for a double major. But this was different. Usually he was just awkward around his peers and fellow students. This was a college administrator and he had it ground into him from a very young age that respect was given to those in authority. He just hoped Mrs. Stone would forgive him and still offer to help. <br><br>The drink offer had thrown him though. Surely she didn't offer students alcohol? Not that he was really 'up' on any kind of appropriate rules of etiquette of contemporary university staffing. If and when that became a subject for study or the topic of a concern is one of his novels then he would surely look into it further. <br><br>Having just come from a marathon of classes he hoped his appearance wasn't too disheveled. Cleanliness was something he prided himself on, for the routine and convenience of not being looked upon as smelly if nothing else. He often wore a shirt and tie and perhaps a sweater vest. But his first class, Classic Greek Literature, had a professor who seemed to always be suffering from one ailment or another and liked to keep the room quite warm and humid... for his health. So the day started with just a tee-shirt (that had been given to him by an undergrad friend who said it looked like him), jeans, and a blazer. <br><br>Wyatt slung his leather satchel off from across his shoulders as he headed down the hallway towards Miss Stone's office. <em>Third on the left.</em> He looked down to the pen marks on his hand and chanted it in his head, quite habitually. Once there, he ran a hand through his hair and stood up straight before knocking. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>02-05-2016, 02:53:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.comicbook.com/uploads1/2014/12/5lnmpg4-114757.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wilhelmina "Wil" Holms<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Graduate Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> slightly nervous<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Blue dress, tan flats<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Amira Hensley<strong><em>[Open]</em></strong><br><strong>Location; Date and time:</strong> Staff Officess, Jamison Clarke; September 30 10:15 AM<br><hr><br>Wil had learned during her undergrad to turn off all sounds for email notifications on her phone.&nbsp; She wasn't a member of too many mailing lists but with the course load she carried and all the emails from her mother she'd wanted to kill her phone.&nbsp; On more than one occasion.&nbsp; She simply gave the professor a sympathetic smile.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah, yes good luck with that.&nbsp; I will never understand why you can be added to a mailing list in seconds but it takes three to five days to be removed from one."</strong> She chuckled a little.&nbsp; <br><br>She remembered her time in Ireland fondly.&nbsp; She'd packed as much travel and exploration in as possible while there.&nbsp; <strong>"Actually I studied at Queens University Belfast, but I did make a couple trips to Trinity College for sight seeing and lectures.&nbsp; I think it was my favorite semester by far.&nbsp; And of course I had to go and kiss the Blarney Stone."</strong> She chuckled.&nbsp; That had been quite the vertiginous moment and one of the best thrills of her life to this point.&nbsp; She was such a nerd.&nbsp; <br><br>Wil listened and responded at appropriate times as conversation stretched out.&nbsp; She certainly didn't want to go into teaching blind, hence the reason she volunteered to be a TA.&nbsp; She figured she would be able to learn a thing or two about the practical side of her future plans as well.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm sure our gain is their loss."</strong> she smiled.&nbsp; Wil stood a moment behind Amira.&nbsp; <strong>"Let me take a look."</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>She walked to the desk and started by ensuring all the chords connected to the correct places.&nbsp; Always start with the obvious.&nbsp; Plug printer in, restart computer and printer.&nbsp; <em>Have you tried turning it off and then on again?</em>&nbsp; That simple step solved about sixty percent of all problems she ran into.&nbsp; When she checked the drivers.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah here's the problem.&nbsp; For whatever reason it didn't download the latest drivers for the printer."</strong>&nbsp; She set that process into motion and sat back.&nbsp; <strong>"Should solve the problem.&nbsp; While we wait..."</strong>&nbsp; She picked up the paper with the professor's credentials.&nbsp; Her fingers flew over the keys and everything checked out.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Aaand there you go."</strong>&nbsp; She printed a test page just to be sure.&nbsp; <strong>"All your credentials work just fine.&nbsp; Computer and printer should communicate much better now."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>02-05-2016, 03:14:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/7SDV1Gx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Prof. Amira Hensley<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Visiting Anthropology Professor<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 30th, 10:30 a.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Staff offices, Jamison Clark<br><strong>Mood:</strong> very grateful for the help<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Wil Holms - <em><strong>open</strong></em><hr><br>She stood behind Wil as she tinkered and poked. Amira had done many of the same, but with much less confidence and care. Blinding plugging things into other things and googling fixes without any real clue as what she was doing. "Ah, that makes sense." Her comment regarding the drivers. She <em>thought</em> she knew what a driver was, having had to reformat a computer with help over her mobile once. <br><br>This was starting to be a fantastic working relationship. Something good comes from Facebook after all! "Cheers Wil, thank you so much." She switched places with her new (and held in great esteem) teacher's aide. She opened up Outlook and plugged in the information as Wil had instructed, wanting to be sure that they had each other's email before they parted. "I am going to spend the next day or so going through my lectures to see what I want the focus of my first class to be. It may only be a half semester class to start with." Happy to have her former paper weight of a printer working again, she found the list of books she had wanted to cross reference with the university's course catalog. "And ... print." The thing chugged along and Amira smiled. "Brillant." She grabbed a clickable sharpy (clicky pens were a weakness and a nervous comfort for her) and circled a few books. "Here is your first official TA assignment, err, after helping me find my way around the blasted computer." <br><br>Amira handed Wil the printout. "When you have time head to the uni bookstore and see if they have these books and write down the cost. The ones circled are my favorite so if they are not already on the shelf see about asking if they can be ordered and the cost of those as well. The last thing I want to do is make my first round of students splash out on book fees." <br><br>She stood up, ready to take a small break, and see first where the local snack machines were, and second what they offered. She had yet to amass a suitable stash to keep in her office. Of course if anyone asked she would swear they were purely there for famished students. "It's been pleasant for sure Wil. I will email you and let you know what our next step is after my meeting with Dean Sky." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>02-05-2016, 03:29:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>This brings back memories.</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/MuBG1WB.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Prof. Amira Hensley<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Visiting Anthropology Professor<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Friday, October 7th, 10:30<br><strong>Location: </strong>Administration office, Jamison Clark<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Ready to be an active member of the faculty.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Dean Hayden Sky - <em><strong>closed</strong></em><hr><br>Things felt a little wibbly wobbly about meeting the Dean this way. Well, her last introduction to the administration staff at UCL had been at her initial interview. Meeting Dean Sky in person was a little more late in the game. She had already spoken to him previously - over the telephone and through email. He had already seen her resume and credentials and she was already a member of his faculty (albeit a visiting one).&nbsp; <br><br>Being quite out of her depth at what exactly there was to discuss, she had brought everything with her but the loo. From a copy of a potential syllabus to her laptop in case research or actual lesson plan samples were required. In truth she was grasping wildly at what was to be expected. English may be spoken in both countries but their cultures of high education were quite different. <br><br>She notified Dean Sky's secretary that she was here for her 10:30 appointment and sat down in one of the chairs to wait. Memories flooded back at her time sitting in a similar chair. Not at uni, but much earlier when she was at boarding school in New England. She had been caught having a dalliance with a young lad whose sister was also attending the all girl's school. Quite the opposite of the predicament of most of the students now at JCPU. She quickly tried to lessen the blush that particular memory caused to stain her cheeks. <br><br>That was one thing she was hoping to discuss with Dean Sky. It hadn't really come up during negotiations between sister schools. What was JCPU's policy on student sexual orientation and what was her role to be as a professor in that regard? Surely she had no desire to play inquisitor or snitch as to who facied who. In her mind, if everyone in question was of legal age and consenting, then bang on. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>08-05-2016, 18:07:54</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">last post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Making Amends</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i962.photobucket.com/albums/ae103/eliaadelemarcheline/Lex%20Post_zpspwp76pui.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alexandra Stone<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Counselor<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 5th, 12:05 P.M.<br><strong>Location: </strong> My Office<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Unsure of Her Decisions<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Wyatt Gallo - <em><strong>closed</strong></em><hr><br>Tidying up her desktop for the sixth time this afternoon alone with a flick of her fingertip, she paced a bit back and forth near the hearth in her office. She'd offered a student a drink. An of age student, mind you, but a student nonetheless. No, he hadn't been in the program, and she hadn't been aiming to gear him towards women, but that didn't mean it was appropriate she was gearing him toward herself, either. Oh, dear. What if he'd read too much into this and found himself expecting... <em>things</em>. You know... <em>THINGS</em>. <br><br>Tousling her ice blonde locks with a quick slip of her hand back and through her freshly shorn mane, she blew out a rather sizable breath. She was in trouble here. Such trouble. Coachable, if not fireable, trouble, really. As such, her gaze darted apprehensively to the door at the knock, her ample chest heaving in another breath of trepidation. Here went nothing. <br><br><strong>"Mr. Gallo... won't you come in."</strong> <br><br>Stepping aside from the portal to allow him entrance, hand on its frame lightly, she did her utmost to ignore the fact that she already liked how tall and lanky he was. Or, did she like that his lip curled in a crooked manner as he offered her a polite grin? No, no, no... she didn't like any of that. She must just not had enough of her afternoon tea, yet. Yes. That. Right.<br><br>Crystalline blue eyes plastered to the floor as she moved past him, lest they get any other ideas, she took her seat and offered him the one just across, with a sweep of her hand. Commanding authority was difficult when you were as short of stature as she, let alone as youthful in appearance, but she did her best all the same. <br><br><strong>"You've caused quite the ruckus for me, this week... I'm afraid I've had to pull several supposedly reformed students back into the program just this afternoon, from your... unfortunately worded post, alone."</strong><br><br>A light, half grin accompanied her attempt at lecturing, her blues filled with mirth. Alright... so, she was terrible at garnering respect in her post, but at least she was keeping it professional. You know... aside from the slight pinch of her teeth between her lip whenever he so much as glanced her way, in restraint.<br></div></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Making Amends</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AszzIQy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wyatt Gallo<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Postgrad<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> October 5th, 12:00 noon<br><strong>Location: </strong> Counselor Stone's office<br><strong>Mood:</strong> slight sheepish but encouraged to get some tips that may help his writing.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Alexandra Stone - <em><strong>closed</strong></em><hr><br>Wyatt gave a small smile to Ms. Stone and mumbled something barely audible that was probably 'thank you'. First meetings were damn awkward. He should know - he has written and re-written and edited and trashed and started again those scenes in his own stories countless times. Of course he had never quite written one from the perspective of a first meeting AFTER already receiving an admonishment. He made note of the lump in his throat and the way his slightly quickened heart rate seemed to fuel a bit of heat under his stumbled cheeks. Details of non-linguistic communication and a person's 'tells' were important to setting a scene. <br><br>Forcing his thoughts outward as he sat at her request, Wyatt made note of just how alike and different he and the counselor really were. Height-wise the comparison was obvious. He felt like a tall tower even now as they sat across from each other. He did notice that her small stature combined with her flowing hair and equally cascading curves were very pleasing together. It was a fleeting thought that made him clear his throat and sit a bit straighter in the chair his legs were currently spilling out of. <br><br>But it was his guess at their similarity in age that was most interesting. They were school official and student but he imagined that they were perhaps only months or a year apart peer wise. It made him wonder about his choice of staying in school. Surely he could be a professional editor by now instead of just one who poorly advertised himself on facebook. <br><br>And that was quickly what their conversation centered on. As he listened to Ms. Stone elaborate on the fallout of his miscommunication Wyatt leaned a long arm to his side to fish a black and white composition notebook and a pen out from his satchel before turning to the next black page as he began taking notes. Ruckus, that was a very interesting reaction to his words. He underlined the noun twice. (He also had brought with him a printed out copy of his comment before to refer back to as needed.)<br><br>"Well intention and reader perception is very important. It is something that I ... struggle with." Not something he would normally admit to as he had read the advice somewhere to always project your skills with confidence but she was a counselor so he would be honest in exchange for her help. "Can you elaborate more on how these students were affected? Was the nature of their reactions literary or personal in nature? I obviously made at least one double entendre without meaning to. But however humorous I can't see how my words alone would set back someone's academic goals so far as to need immediate intervention." He looked up to her with those deeply focused brown eyes. Hers were a crystal clear blue that unexpectedly made the flush of her lipstick that much more alluring against her soft skin. Wyatt shifted again in his chair and turned his attention back to his notebook, waiting to record her answer.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>24-05-2016, 17:26:03</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Amira's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247048.msg12287453#msg12287453">Quote from: Peripherie on 02-05-2016, 03:14:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/7SDV1Gx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Prof. Amira Hensley<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Visiting Anthropology Professor<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> September 30th, 10:30 a.m.<br><strong>Location: </strong>Staff offices, Jamison Clark<br><strong>Mood:</strong> very grateful for the help<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Wil Holms - <em><strong>open</strong></em><hr><br>She stood behind Wil as she tinkered and poked. Amira had done many of the same, but with much less confidence and care. Blinding plugging things into other things and googling fixes without any real clue as what she was doing. "Ah, that makes sense." Her comment regarding the drivers. She <em>thought</em> she knew what a driver was, having had to reformat a computer with help over her mobile once. <br><br>This was starting to be a fantastic working relationship. Something good comes from Facebook after all! "Cheers Wil, thank you so much." She switched places with her new (and held in great esteem) teacher's aide. She opened up Outlook and plugged in the information as Wil had instructed, wanting to be sure that they had each other's email before they parted. "I am going to spend the next day or so going through my lectures to see what I want the focus of my first class to be. It may only be a half semester class to start with." Happy to have her former paper weight of a printer working again, she found the list of books she had wanted to cross reference with the university's course catalog. "And ... print." The thing chugged along and Amira smiled. "Brillant." She grabbed a clickable sharpy (clicky pens were a weakness and a nervous comfort for her) and circled a few books. "Here is your first official TA assignment, err, after helping me find my way around the blasted computer." <br><br>Amira handed Wil the printout. "When you have time head to the uni bookstore and see if they have these books and write down the cost. The ones circled are my favorite so if they are not already on the shelf see about asking if they can be ordered and the cost of those as well. The last thing I want to do is make my first round of students splash out on book fees." <br><br>She stood up, ready to take a small break, and see first where the local snack machines were, and second what they offered. She had yet to amass a suitable stash to keep in her office. Of course if anyone asked she would swear they were purely there for famished students. "It's been pleasant for sure Wil. I will email you and let you know what our next step is after my meeting with Dean Sky."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://media.comicbook.com/uploads1/2014/12/5lnmpg4-114757.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wilhelmina "Wil" Holms<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Graduate Student<br><strong>Mood:</strong> slightly nervous<br><strong>Clothes:</strong> Blue dress, tan flats<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Amira Hensley<strong><em>[Open]</em></strong><br><strong>Location; Date and time:</strong> Staff Officess, Jamison Clarke; September 30 10:15 AM<br><hr><br>Wil glanced over her shoulder at the professor with a slight smile.&nbsp; "Sometimes one file in the string of them corrupts but the computer thinks all the drivers are updated just fine.&nbsp; It's a pain." She got up so that the other woman could sit down.&nbsp; "You're welcome."&nbsp; She answered with her email when asked and pulled out her phone to make sure she had the professor in her address book.&nbsp; She also left her cell number in case she was ever needed quickly.&nbsp; <br><br>She chuckled a little at the pen clicking.&nbsp; She did the same thing when she was deep in thought.&nbsp; Or clicked the mouse button a zillion times which wasn't always useful.&nbsp; Wil needed to head to the bookstore anyway, so two birds one stone and all that jazz.&nbsp; She scanned over the list, a few names she recognized a few others she didn't.&nbsp; "Not a problem.&nbsp; I need to pick up a few things."&nbsp; She folded the paper and stuck it in her bag.&nbsp; <br><br>"It was great to meet you.&nbsp; And thanks for taking me on." She knew it would be work along with everything else she had going for the term, but hey she could do it.&nbsp; Her biggest challenge was going to be working with the students.&nbsp; Sometimes she just didn't get her peers.&nbsp; She'd accepted her quirks and tried to work on them.&nbsp; "I'll be sure to get back to you on that list in a timely fashion.&nbsp; And you have my contact info if you want to meet again after speaking with the Dean." She smiled broadly, said her see ya laters and exited the office.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: We have Rights Too. / Admissions Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mxyzptlk</strong> on <strong>10-12-2020, 01:44:21</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247048.msg12287489#msg12287489">Quote from: Peripherie on 02-05-2016, 03:29:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>This brings back memories.</strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/MuBG1WB.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Prof. Amira Hensley<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Visiting Anthropology Professor<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Friday, October 7th, 10:30<br><strong>Location: </strong>Administration office, Jamison Clark<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Ready to be an active member of the faculty.<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Dean Hayden Sky - <em><strong>closed</strong></em><hr><br>Things felt a little wibbly wobbly about meeting the Dean this way. Well, her last introduction to the administration staff at UCL had been at her initial interview. Meeting Dean Sky in person was a little more late in the game. She had already spoken to him previously - over the telephone and through email. He had already seen her resume and credentials and she was already a member of his faculty (albeit a visiting one).&nbsp; <br><br>Being quite out of her depth at what exactly there was to discuss, she had brought everything with her but the loo. From a copy of a potential syllabus to her laptop in case research or actual lesson plan samples were required. In truth she was grasping wildly at what was to be expected. English may be spoken in both countries but their cultures of high education were quite different. <br><br>She notified Dean Sky's secretary that she was here for her 10:30 appointment and sat down in one of the chairs to wait. Memories flooded back at her time sitting in a similar chair. Not at uni, but much earlier when she was at boarding school in New England. She had been caught having a dalliance with a young lad whose sister was also attending the all girl's school. Quite the opposite of the predicament of most of the students now at JCPU. She quickly tried to lessen the blush that particular memory caused to stain her cheeks. <br><br>That was one thing she was hoping to discuss with Dean Sky. It hadn't really come up during negotiations between sister schools. What was JCPU's policy on student sexual orientation and what was her role to be as a professor in that regard? Surely she had no desire to play inquisitor or snitch as to who facied who. In her mind, if everyone in question was of legal age and consenting, then bang on.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> This <em> brings</em> back memories.</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatright">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/36800000/Tom-Welling-erika-wesley-36889387-547-800.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Hayden Sky<br><strong>Location: </strong>Administrative offices, Jamison Clarke<br><strong>Date and Time:</strong> Friday, October 7th, 10:30<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed no rush after lunch<br><strong>Sortment:</strong> Dean of Admissions<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Prof. Amira Hensley - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br><hr><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>the middle aged man with the built of an active 25 year old was sitting at his desk composing a letter to the facility about possible changes to the staff. his hair salt and peppered, a light stuff adorned his face as he blinked and rubbed his eyes at the email. he was about to add his signature when the call came through the intercom that his 10:30 appointment was here. hayden sighed and added the signature before hitting send. shutting his laptop cover he cleared his throat, pressed the intercom button and informed his secretary to,<strong> “send her in.”</strong> he smoothed down his jacked and ran his large hand through his hair before the knock sounded at the door.<strong> “come in.”</strong> he smiled at the already polite woman that was behind the door. <br><br>the dean stood up the moment the door opened abs went around the desk with his boyish smile on his face as he held out his hand to shake hers.<strong> “come in professor, have a seat.”</strong> he replied as his blue eyes took her in. licking his lips the 6’4 male went around the back of his desk and sat down as he gestured to the chair across from his for his guest to sit. unbuttoning the button to his jacket he relaxed back. elbows on the arm rest, fingers in a steeple as hey placed them under his chin and studied her for a moment longer. taken in the beautiful woman in front of him. clearing his throat hayden wanted to know, <strong>“what can i assist you with?”</strong><br></span></span></div><br>@Peripherie
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