In my classroom, I am the law

His grades had been submitted.

The last of his stuff had been crammed into his car.

Toby, with only a little bit of grumbling (for him, anyway), had given Josh a spot on his couch until the tenants in Josh's townhouse moved out.

There was nothing left to be done in Fandom except say goodbye.

Which was why Josh wasn't leaving quite yet.

[OOC: Last post, omg.]

Gone for Good - The Shins

Josh? Delaying the inevitable?

Damn right.

He had three messages from Congressman Santos stacked in front of him, a giant mug of coffee, poll numbers for the likely Democratic candidates in New Hampshire for '09 and a box of speeches to read through.

He'd made his decision.

He just didn't want to tell anyone.

[ooc: House door is totally knockable.]

Josh and Sam were in Josh's office, doing Terribly Important Things.

Namely, eating chips and watching college football.

It was like holding office hours, but way more fun.

The door was open.

Josh was catching up on radio.

Josh was hearing about Deadpool and Aly.

Josh...was plotting.

Plot, Josh, plot.

The door was open.

Josh was in the kitchen working on his fifth cup of coffee that morning and looking like he hadn't slept all weekend.

Which was true.

He kept glancing towards the front door, waiting for someone to come over.

Josh didn't deal well with people he loved getting hurt.

[OOC: For le wonderful fake girlfriend and le almost as wonderful SP, but if housemates are around, yay!]

Josh was puttering around his office getting ready for a road trip--which explained the Google maps everywhere.

It also explained all of the labels that read "Auntie Aly's Jams 'n Preserves," but he wasn't entirely up for explaining that part.

The door was open, the Doobie Brothers were blasting loudly, and he was completely open for chatting.

Listen To The Music - The Doobie Brothers

Josh checked his messages. Obsessively.

As one does.

And wow, he was getting some crackpots today. Seriously. So he returned their messages like the nice guy he was.

Also as one does.

And didn't wonder why he was getting the calls.

As one probably should've.

And lo, Josh did post the grades for his class, for he found them all to be of sufficient intellect and degree of sucking up, and so he did not fail any.

And then he celebrated with bagels. And a stupid little dance, for it was now the summer time.

Pam Beesly A-
JC Broots B
Princess Irulan Corrino A
Cedric Diggory B-
Jim Halpert B-
Liz Sherman A-
Steerpike Incomplete
Dawn Summers A
Turtle Wexler A
Sam Winchester A

[OOC: Blah blah grade can be changed blee]

Josh was very, very busy, you see.

But not working on a chart of the disasters and invasions the faculty had put money down on at the meeting on Monday.

Because that would be...wrong?

Either way, the door was open for students or teachers looking to place their bets.

[OOC: SP is love as I'm heading to work, woe. I'll pick up pings at lunch and then the evening]

Josh was staring at the small flock of wee tiny penguins who had climbed up onto his desk and were tapping dancing for him.

"I love this school," he said quietly, grinning and reaching slowly for his camera.

[OOC: Open for all, especially mentees. SP is love, as I am a running off for Internetless work of woe.]