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fandomhighdorms2011-03-22 10:47 am
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Kappa Delta Gremlin Meeting, The Deck, Tuesday After Classes
The Sorority met on the deck today, and there was a fire crackling away in the firepit. S'mores fixings -- plus some fruit for people who wanted something healthier -- were spread out on the picnic table, and Quinn was perched on a wall as she started to talk.
"This is a planning meeting," she said. "We have a lot we wanted to do before graduation, and it's time to start moving or decide everything won't happen. We can't rest on our laurels from the fun run forever."
She tapped her clipboard with the end of the pen. "We'd planned on a job shadowing day and a date auction."
"For the job shadowing," Emma continued, "we'd considered the trooper station. While police work is not a job that most people associate as something women would be interested in, it is important to know all your options."
Emma would make a horrible cop, and wasn't interested in the slightest. But some of them might be.
"For the date auction, people would bid on us, with all profit going to our designated charity. This is just a date. Dinner, a movie, whatever. You are not expected to put out, and if anyone pushes it, kick 'em where it counts. Not that the boys here would push it, because they value their hides."
Quinn snorted back a laugh behind her hand. "We were also thinking about doing a volunteer day here in town. It's not glamorous, but there are always parts of the park that need weeding, and there's a day care in the community center where we could help out. If you have another suggestion, we'd be happy to hear it."
"We want to know what you want to do," Emma agreed. "Some of these could also be done jointly with the fraternity, if we wanted to show Gremlin spirit, or a little friendly competition, such as seeing who weeds the most or which organization raises more money. So speak up, because we have a lot of options."
"This is a planning meeting," she said. "We have a lot we wanted to do before graduation, and it's time to start moving or decide everything won't happen. We can't rest on our laurels from the fun run forever."
She tapped her clipboard with the end of the pen. "We'd planned on a job shadowing day and a date auction."
"For the job shadowing," Emma continued, "we'd considered the trooper station. While police work is not a job that most people associate as something women would be interested in, it is important to know all your options."
Emma would make a horrible cop, and wasn't interested in the slightest. But some of them might be.
"For the date auction, people would bid on us, with all profit going to our designated charity. This is just a date. Dinner, a movie, whatever. You are not expected to put out, and if anyone pushes it, kick 'em where it counts. Not that the boys here would push it, because they value their hides."
Quinn snorted back a laugh behind her hand. "We were also thinking about doing a volunteer day here in town. It's not glamorous, but there are always parts of the park that need weeding, and there's a day care in the community center where we could help out. If you have another suggestion, we'd be happy to hear it."
"We want to know what you want to do," Emma agreed. "Some of these could also be done jointly with the fraternity, if we wanted to show Gremlin spirit, or a little friendly competition, such as seeing who weeds the most or which organization raises more money. So speak up, because we have a lot of options."
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Though she felt a bit bad about it. This was a planning meeting and, as an adviser, and she should have the capacity to pay close attention to the girls and their said planning, but she had started with a s'more or two and so she was quite distracted with marshmallows that liked to slip or her chocolate not staying in place or the occasional little accidental sugary torch...
You'd think a woman with so much camping experience should be able to manage a s'more, but you'd be wrong.