Post by silence on Nov 11, 2010 9:14:55 GMT 2
Logan was waiting on the Institute's front steps, for once smoking his cigar outdoors. He hadn't planned it that way...it was just convenient. At least 'Ro wasn't whining about the smell out here.
He was waiting, with growing irritation, for a teen who'd somehow managed to get detention alone. John was a good kid, as far as Logan could tell, but he was always late. And Logan being who he was, that just didn't slide. The first time, maybe, but not after that...and no one made the mistake of thinking the Canuck didn't notice. In some cases he just didn't care, like when the older students smoked on the roof or hid beer under their beds. Hell, more than once he'd been along to share in their pursuits. No one knew the bad kids better than Wolverine.
But come late to class? He didn't want to be there teaching in the first place, so the kids damn well better get to his room when they were supposed to. The same idea applied to homework...and god forbid he catch a student finishing up last night's assignment during today's class.
Wasn't it enough that he protected the school? Supervised some of the electives, drove for field trips, stuff like that? Apparently not, because Scott had insisted that he teach a proper class. More like grinned sadistically as Charlie agreed to the proposition and buried Logan with hours of prep work. Notes. Tests. Assignments. Presentations. Comprehension this-and-that.
Jesus christ.
Scott had been 'more than willing to help'. But Logan hadn't taken the kid's offer; he'd just gone missing for a couple of days and come out if his room looking like he'd trudged across the Sahara in the dead of summer. After all, you couldn't heal from an empty stomach or sleep loss. But he'd put a plan together in seventy-two hours, and it was workable. A feat to be proud of.
After that, it had taken him a good week to get his classes--both of them--to respect his authority. 'Ro had assured him that this was a good thing, that most teachers never got any respect at all, but Logan was sick and tired of paper footballs and stupid questions after the first day. His was a simple answer to a simpler problem. It went like this: if you acted up in class, you got detention. An hour. For each offense. And, considering the teacher, on a bad day an offense could be the use of a squeaky pencil.
Logan had actually punished a gal for that before.
Being late was a pretty regular thing, no matter who the teacher was...and Gallagher was exceptionally good at stumbling in after the bell. It was unusual that he'd gotten stuck with punishment alone, but those were the odds. Logan knew that this shit went a lot slower when there was only one kid. Alone, teenagers seemed to think that silence was poison, and they purged the atmosphere by filling up every last bit of it with constant chatter. Even the most vicious of growls from Wolverine was taken as encouragement to keep talking.
God. He had too much experience with this.
So here he was, waiting for some stupid kid to come and get his punishment over with. Logan just wished that he didn't have to go through hell, too.
He was waiting, with growing irritation, for a teen who'd somehow managed to get detention alone. John was a good kid, as far as Logan could tell, but he was always late. And Logan being who he was, that just didn't slide. The first time, maybe, but not after that...and no one made the mistake of thinking the Canuck didn't notice. In some cases he just didn't care, like when the older students smoked on the roof or hid beer under their beds. Hell, more than once he'd been along to share in their pursuits. No one knew the bad kids better than Wolverine.
But come late to class? He didn't want to be there teaching in the first place, so the kids damn well better get to his room when they were supposed to. The same idea applied to homework...and god forbid he catch a student finishing up last night's assignment during today's class.
Wasn't it enough that he protected the school? Supervised some of the electives, drove for field trips, stuff like that? Apparently not, because Scott had insisted that he teach a proper class. More like grinned sadistically as Charlie agreed to the proposition and buried Logan with hours of prep work. Notes. Tests. Assignments. Presentations. Comprehension this-and-that.
Jesus christ.
Scott had been 'more than willing to help'. But Logan hadn't taken the kid's offer; he'd just gone missing for a couple of days and come out if his room looking like he'd trudged across the Sahara in the dead of summer. After all, you couldn't heal from an empty stomach or sleep loss. But he'd put a plan together in seventy-two hours, and it was workable. A feat to be proud of.
After that, it had taken him a good week to get his classes--both of them--to respect his authority. 'Ro had assured him that this was a good thing, that most teachers never got any respect at all, but Logan was sick and tired of paper footballs and stupid questions after the first day. His was a simple answer to a simpler problem. It went like this: if you acted up in class, you got detention. An hour. For each offense. And, considering the teacher, on a bad day an offense could be the use of a squeaky pencil.
Logan had actually punished a gal for that before.
Being late was a pretty regular thing, no matter who the teacher was...and Gallagher was exceptionally good at stumbling in after the bell. It was unusual that he'd gotten stuck with punishment alone, but those were the odds. Logan knew that this shit went a lot slower when there was only one kid. Alone, teenagers seemed to think that silence was poison, and they purged the atmosphere by filling up every last bit of it with constant chatter. Even the most vicious of growls from Wolverine was taken as encouragement to keep talking.
God. He had too much experience with this.
So here he was, waiting for some stupid kid to come and get his punishment over with. Logan just wished that he didn't have to go through hell, too.