Title:           Week12 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
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First Edit:      Friday 10th of June 2016 09:20:33 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 10th of June 2016 09:20:33 PM CDT

LISTEN:
>”So what are we going to be learning about today?” Lemon Zest seems a little bit too optimistic.
>She’s never asked this question before. However, seeing that you don’t exactly have any current disciplinary expectations to fulfill, you brush off any suspicious notions in your mind.
“I think you’ll like what we’ll cover today.” You nod your head a little bit. “We’re going over the rise of the Carolingian Empire today. I’ll kind of give you a brief review of what we covered last week like always, though.” You already know that a simple review will not be enough.
>Lemon Zest gleefully nods her head. “Awesome!” She sits down in her seat as more students fill the classroom.
>Just continue on; she’s actually going to listen to today’s lecture this time anyway. You’ll just tell Cinch what happened the next time she rudely calls you over your phone and orders you to her office at 5:27 in the morning.
>The students are in, the bell rings and you shut the door. Get ready to begin the lesson, feeling just as subtly excited as you ever were regarding this point in lecture.
“Good afternoon!” You give your students the usual greeting.
>The echo your greeting back, sounding just alive enough to take whatever notes they need to pass the next test and head on home to have fun.
“So last time we met…” You start to happily drone on to your students about the material covered during last class.
>You emphasize the historical events and occurrences in the part during which Lemon Zest had interrupted with her portable rock concert hugging the sides of her head. You try to word it all in a way to get Lemon to wonder about all of the interesting things she missed out on because of her inattentiveness.
>There’s nothing you want more than to get her engaged into the material.
>Go through the rest of your lecture following along the guidelines for the lesson. Lemon Zest sits in the back of the classroom, so it’s hard to tell whether or not she’s looking at the overhead projector’s image with the lights turned off.
>You’ve always imagined what it was like to have to write your noted in the dark like this. Isn’t doing it this way at least a little difficult?
>Class ends and you dismiss your students a minute before the bell rings. Everyone has shuffled around the room on the way out before you get a chance to… probably thank Miss Zest for complying with the whole headphones issue. The girl is already gone with her peers.
>The next few classes are a breeze, and the day is over before you know it. It’s almost sad to you that you only got to talk about Medieval Europe four times today; you could drone on to yourself for years about this stuff and still likely learn something new.
>You’re on your way out to your car when you notice a familiar head of hair among the sea of students.
>Maybe Miss Zest won’t notice if you call out to her, but then again, there’s really no need to thank her anyway. It would just be strange to do it now. And you have better things to worry about anyway.
>Such as telling Principal Cinch that Lemon Zest left her headphones at home on her own terms… so you won’t receive a phone call at 5:27 tomorrow morning. You really wish that the lady wasn’t always too “busy” to talk to you during the school day.
>But with that lime green head of hair in the distance, something else you notice changes everything you were just planning to say to Cinch. It’s that same little band of bright pink — Zest’s headphones that are NOT at home.
>To make matters worse, one of her friends notices you standing in the middle of the hallway, sticking out like a sore thumb. The group of girls suspiciously rushes away from view a few seconds after this.
>”Mr. Mous!” The stern voice sounds behind you.
>You spin around, simultaneously thinking of a way to damage control just in case that familiar voice happened to see the bright pink headphones on that bright green head of hair at the end of the hallway.
>”Is there a reason why Miss Zest is still in possession of her headphones?” Cinch glares right into your eyes.
“She told me she left them at home when class started!” You stiffly gesture in the direction where Zest and her friends once stood. “There wasn’t anything I could do about it!”
>A few students turn their heads with concerned expressions as one of the teachers they like is getting drilled by the authoritarian principal.
>Cinch squints in the direction where you gestured. “This is what happens when you just willy nilly leave things up to chance and mystery.” She tells you, slowly turning her grimace in your direction.
>You blink a few times.
“Wh-what?”
>”You heard me, Mr. Mouse. You failed to take full responsibility on the situation.”
“What was I even supposed to do? She didn’t have her headphones with her when she entered the class! Even if I asked her to hand them over, she would have had nothing to give to me.” You explain. “She probably had them hidden in her locker or something. And how was I supposed to know she did that?”
>Cinch frowns at you, not feeling any sliver of understanding for you.
>She crosses her arms. “You should know better than to be lazy. Things start to slide that way, as we have observed here.”
“And what is that? What even slid here? The situation was out of my knowledge.”
>”The results speak for themselves, Mr. Mous. I ordered you to obtain the headphones from Miss Zest… and she still has them. I saw them as clear as day.” The principal turns her nose slightly towards the ceiling.
“You… can’t be serious…” You lower your shoulders in shock.
>You’re not sure what you feel more… frustration or disbelief.
>”You have an objective to complete, Mr. Mous.”
“If I may point something out...” You try to sound a little bit more formal. “I’m not entirely sure if this is even in my hands any more”
>Cinch raises an eyebrow at you.
“Miss Zest was not wearing and headphones in my classroom.  It’s not within my jurisdiction.” You realize just how strong your point is.
>With an eventual slight twitch of her nose, Principal Cinch huffs and widens her eyes at your response. She just thought about it for a good ten seconds.
>Most of the students have gone by now.
>”While there is no way to prove that her headphones weren’t in her bag in your class… I suppose there is no evidence that they were either.” Cinch harshly concedes with a slight snarl. “I’ll give her parents a call later on this evening, then. You’re off the hook for now.”
>And with that, Cinch walks away. Her shoes loudly clacking against the marble floor even all the way around the corner. How did you not hear this monster come up from behind you?
>You drive home in what you’d really like to call a victory.
>But this still does feel like it would be fair to Lemon Zest, at least to an extent. You’re personally okay with the situation due to the fact that she pays attention to what you teach in your class. That was really the only thing you had a problem with regarding the headphones.
>But Cinch has a wider agenda.
>You think back to your distaste towards the learning environment becoming such a chore to go through for the students like Lemon. The situation about her not paying attention really should have been solved by now, at least to you and Cinch.
>It’s only now when you realize that you could have told the principal that Zest was indeed paying attention in class.
>That’s pretty much the only thing the lady cares about, anyway… you facepalm yourself after reaching one of the stoplights.
>If only she did sneak up on you like that.
>You try to think of a way to actually contact the principal.
>Phone calls are made in a hasty manner, all of which go unanswered by the principal. You try not to sound desperate in the messages that you leave, even though you’re not even desperate in reality.
>If anything, you’re more angry.
>Cinch really doesn’t have any more reasons to immerse herself into this situation.
>You’re ready to point out to her every reason why she should just back off and let Lemon Zest listen to her headphones in school. It may sound a little bot selfish to you that you only care so much about her having her headphones on in your class and nowhere else, but then again, that sort of thing really depends on the preferences of each individual teacher.
>After a while, you finally give on on trying to call you boss and go to bed before you lose too much sleep to wake up tomorrow morning with ease. Cinch will probably call you at a similar time as the last… incident. But at this point, you’d rather her respond then than not at all.
>The night goes by without you worrying too much. It’s not like this is going to get out of hand just because Principal Cinch wants one of her students to stop wearing headphones in the class.
>Worse case scenario, Zest will lose possession over hear headphones for like a day before you convince Cinch and, probably Zest’s parents, to give them back. You do remember there not really being any established, spoken rules that states that headphones weren’t allowed on school ground.
>That is hoe most schools are nowadays, right? Lenient about students having possession of such accessories during class time?
>And of course, your dreams are once again interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing. It’s a little bit funny to you how our ringtone and alarm are the exact same sound on your phone. You only find out that it’s a call instead of your alarm going off when you see the time being something other than six in the morning on the dot.