Pillars of Stability [Angel]

Getting situated teaching at UA was a monumental effort. Her days quickly turned into a blur of naps, lectures and lessons. When she wasn't dozed off in the staff lounge she was either teaching her homeroom or grading various assignments and tests. Though on the rare occasion she was neither tired or busy with the obligations of her job she was typically preoccupied looking ahead in the students curriculum and suggesting changes to make it conform to more realistic expectations. After all, with more or less thirty years of experience in the field she knew that things weren't the sunshine and rainbows that UA marketed, even if many of the teachers didn't enforce those beliefs.

So it was to no surprise that eventually in those small windows of clueless freedom she'd busy herself with self-assigned administrative duties. While she wasn't a 3rd year teacher, she knew she had a lot of tools to assist the graduating classes in their search for work, hero agencies and government contacts to build a reliable network to be their best selves out on the field. After all, even before she was pulled in by the government as a Professional Hero she was a vigilante with a couple key contacts that did their best to cover for her battles in favor of some semblance of justice. Without the information she'd gotten from leads and the resources provided by support agencies she'd be in much worse shape than she was today.

So sitting in not the teachers lounge but rather a medium sized office with two couches facing one another and a desk facing both of them and away from the window she'd have a page in her hand to review the people she'd be calling in. The curtains had been kept open this time around, as the orange glow from the departing day meant she didn't need to worry about the brightness being too much for her to comfortable live with. The sun was well over the horizon line, but nearing it as fluffy clouds rolled by outside.

As she reviewed the printed pages in her hands that she'd pulled from the clipboard she pondered the kinds of educations they had received at UA. She was a new teacher introduced well into one of their semesters, so it wasn't difficult to dig into the very unstable roots of UAs management and faculty. It was to be expected of any project as ambitious as this, taking chaos and trying to filter it into some kind of order. The teachers that staffed the place were almost unanimously criminals to varying degrees, she'd be lying if she said she hadn't done a Villain or two in with big hits in the past, her colleagues may very well be the same. So it was no surprise that having former criminals run an educational movement such as this would have some hiccups, but they were the best the world had at the moment. The students of today would be the teachers of tomorrow, so one could only hope things got better with each iteration.

Which is why she wanted to make sure the first generation of trained Pro Heroes would be going out onto the field with the mindset and tools they needed to remain calm, collected and cool to their admirers and the media alike. Which brought Mega to this list. Many UA students filled the sheets, all 3rd years. Some of them had unfortunately dropped out, others were struggling with their studies, but their were a good chunk that were lined up to graduate.

Which meant they'd be the easiest to meet with first, and among those students was an Angelica Surami.

Taking out a special phone, fully suited up as per usual Mega would open up the student chat.

'Mega: I will be conducting meetings with 3rd year students leading up to the end of your semester and graduation. You can expect an email within the week arranging a time that best suits your schedule. Understand that these meetings are purely optional, but are recommended to ensure a structured and healthy transition into the functions and responsibilities of a Pro Hero out on the field.

If you would like to opt out of the meeting, when you get an email from me simply respond by saying you're unavailable.'

And it would just so happen that Angel was first on the list, first to get an email, and be slotted into the first available timeslot. Which was... The day of, if she had time, of course. The teacher whether or not Angel arrived would spend her free time efficiently. Either doing her job as a teacher, or snoozing away to the middle of the night.