Guidance Counselor's Office, Thursday

There was a surly Elecroclash in the guidance counselor's office.

This was nothing new, no matter what the particular reasons may have been this time. Nothing particularly new about the fact that emails had gone out to random students again, inviting them in for counseling check-ups. The administration had vaguely said they might be targeting new students, but Electroclash had no clue as to whether that had actually been done.

She was folding some of her useless paperwork into paper planes all the same.

[ooc: Open post, mod your emails at your leisure, old and new students alike! La.]