♫ I don't wanna grow up,♪ I'm a toys are us kid-♩ 
*Boop* 
"Hello? Yeth, I'm on camputh. No, I didn't wash the assembly. I'm looking in on new-folk. Yeah, bye."
*boop*
Probably the only comp-sci teacher with a [url=http://graphics.dyscern.com/gr/images/store/motorola_i530_black_yellow.jpg]clamshell[/url], but he knew his could take a 3 story drop if he jumped around while smart-phones break of they fall 3 feet from your pocket. At the moment, he perched over the steeple of the roof to answer his phone, tail swaying in amusement while also keeping him balanced. He looked down on the kids as he folded a piece of carbon paper with his name and teaching schedule on it into a paper airplane and tossed it to the students below. He hadn't filled his roster just yet so was looking to pad his classrooms to the brim, he did his best to make himself the 'cool teacher' for others to come to. 

At 29, he was older than the freshmen but younger than most of the teachers, a fact he is often reminded of. Even if he sunk part of his twelve million into the school, some teachers thought of him as merely buying his way into the faculty. Then again, with his teachers office having a 10X10 plasma screen tv with surround sound just to play games on, some wondered if he hadn't paid enough to endure such childish antics.

He watched the paper airplane dance on the wind, completely distracted by its aerial display until it bopped someone in the head.

"...Oopth!"