Ava finally looked up, her gaze narrowing. "Textbooks? In this economy? Everything is digital now, Janine. Just tell them to Google it. Now, scoot. I have a 2:00 PM appointment with a woman who says she can align my chakras using only organic kale."
"I have to, Gregory!" she said, her eyes bright with a mix of terror and excitement. "If I don't, she’ll probably try to make us teach in togas. And I am not a toga person."
Gregory watched her hurry away, then looked back at the principal's office. He took a deep breath and started walking toward the breakroom. He needed a very large cup of very mediocre coffee. [S2E4] Principal's Office
Gregory stopped and looked at her. "Janine, you’re not actually going to do this, are you?"
The heavy oak door swung open, and Ava poked her head out, her sunglasses perched precariously on her forehead. "Enter, my subjects. And Janine, if those papers aren't coupons for a bottomless brunch, you can leave them at the door." Ava finally looked up, her gaze narrowing
Gregory looked at her, his expression flat. "Janine, this is Ava. She doesn't 'discuss logistics.' She summons people so she can have an audience for her latest TikTok dance or to find someone to go get her a sugar-free vanilla latte."
"Laws are just suggestions for people who don't have ten thousand followers, Gregory," Ava dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "Anyway, Janine, since you’re so obsessed with 'initiatives,' you’re in charge of the launch party. I want a red carpet, a step-and-repeat, and I want Mr. Johnson to dress as a Roman gladiator." Everything is digital now, Janine
"Okay, look," Ava started, not looking up. "I’m rebranding the school's image. 'Abbott Elementary' is too... academic. It sounds like a place where people learn things. I need something with more zip . Something that says 'I might be a student here, but I’m also a burgeoning influencer.'"
Ava finally looked up, her gaze narrowing. "Textbooks? In this economy? Everything is digital now, Janine. Just tell them to Google it. Now, scoot. I have a 2:00 PM appointment with a woman who says she can align my chakras using only organic kale."
"I have to, Gregory!" she said, her eyes bright with a mix of terror and excitement. "If I don't, she’ll probably try to make us teach in togas. And I am not a toga person."
Gregory watched her hurry away, then looked back at the principal's office. He took a deep breath and started walking toward the breakroom. He needed a very large cup of very mediocre coffee.
Gregory stopped and looked at her. "Janine, you’re not actually going to do this, are you?"
The heavy oak door swung open, and Ava poked her head out, her sunglasses perched precariously on her forehead. "Enter, my subjects. And Janine, if those papers aren't coupons for a bottomless brunch, you can leave them at the door."
Gregory looked at her, his expression flat. "Janine, this is Ava. She doesn't 'discuss logistics.' She summons people so she can have an audience for her latest TikTok dance or to find someone to go get her a sugar-free vanilla latte."
"Laws are just suggestions for people who don't have ten thousand followers, Gregory," Ava dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "Anyway, Janine, since you’re so obsessed with 'initiatives,' you’re in charge of the launch party. I want a red carpet, a step-and-repeat, and I want Mr. Johnson to dress as a Roman gladiator."
"Okay, look," Ava started, not looking up. "I’m rebranding the school's image. 'Abbott Elementary' is too... academic. It sounds like a place where people learn things. I need something with more zip . Something that says 'I might be a student here, but I’m also a burgeoning influencer.'"