The classroom was pretty regular, even old-fashioned. The only difference was that all teh girls' tables and chairs were made out of the transparent plastic, so they had no cover even then sitting in class.
"Hello. Ms. Van Wilset, I presume?" the balding man in his 50's, wearing a vest with white short and grey pants, greeted her. "I am Mr. jenkins, your math teacher. Please, sit down here and listen carefully" he pointed at one of teh tables in a front row.
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Attention! The situation in my country, as well as the situation on my workplace (which is connected to each other) leave me little to no time, nor mental stability to RP. I cannot start any new RPs, even if I've suggested them before.
I will try to respond then I can, but the pauses might be long. I am very sorry.
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