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The initial anticipation of the announcements began to slowly waver as Principle Henderson lowkey gut-punched many of the art students with his “budget cut” statement. Alex shouldn’t have been all that surprised considering the underfunding that has hit Rosefell long before he ever attended, but it still didn’t lessen the blow. Also unsurprisingly, the football team seemed to be -more or less- unaffected. Not that it mattered really. 

He sulked at the news, nevertheless, as he continued to monitor the video camera that pointed toward the stage, making sure it didn’t [i]accidentally[/i] becoming disconnected from its power supply. Boy, now that would be a shame, wouldn’t it? Honestly, no one would care, because the recording would simply be put into archive status, and most likely never see the light of day. Henderson liked to document school events as though it were his own family being captured, however, rarely did a lot of it end up anywhere but the cutting room floor, or just simply lost to history. Maybe centuries from now, some group of archaeologists would find the still images and video footage, and wonder what the hell kind of society they may have missed. Or, at the very least, get a laugh before setting fire to the entire collection. 

The mention of “Home Ec” and the “Baby Project” classes, followed by the resounding moans and chuckles from the crowd, brought Alex back from the momentary reverie, as he too shook his head at what this year had to look forward to. 

[color=00aeef]“Cooking and daycare...”[/color] He mumbled to himself as Henderson wrapped up the speech and students were dismissed to their first class. 

Quickly and efficiently, the camera equipment and cables were broken down and packed away in the hard plastic case that had seen better days, and waiting a bit for the crowds to clear the stairway, he surveyed the auditorium for Lana. They hadn’t had much of a chance to talk face-to-face since that night they kissed. It seemed the fates decided to keep them apart as much as possible for the remainder of the summer break, but hopefully they have a chance to this year. As the students began to disperse, however, he didn’t notice Lana anywhere. Most likely she and her “breakfast club” of friends rolled in late to the assembly and under the radar. Either way, he wanted to see her. 

Alex made his way toward the back stage and packed the video equipment in its designated storage locker, looking around for Henderson in hopes he didn’t have to get sucked into another long-winded conversation before he had a chance to dip out for his first class. 

[i]Algebra 2.[/i] He absolutely hated math, yet was still decent enough at it that most work took him no time at all to complete. But Alex wasn’t a numbers guy at heart, as his right-brained thinking kept him daydreaming of creative endeavors and far away places, beyond the constraints of academics. 

Still, he wondered who might be in his first period class...