i'm losing & this is my real life [isabella]

Technically speaking, there was nothing that said that Logan was required to stay in his classroom during his free periods. Most of the time, he didn't, and instead found somewhere else to go and spend his time -- he bothered his co-workers sometimes, maybe, or even struck up conversation with some of the students. He had his favourites like many other teachers he knew, and he was... well, actually, he was fairly obvious about it, and people who thought that he shouldn't be could go fuck themselves! It wasn't like he chose the smartest, most talented kids or anything, though sure, it would help if they knew how to operate a stove and didn't need the fire extinguisher every fifteen minutes. Nah, Logan liked the students who were most like his friends or the people he'd associate himself with normally, and it was probably because he was so much like a teenager himself that he really shouldn't even be considered a teacher at all.

He did get along with the kids much better than he did the teachers around, though. There was some kind of line there, distinguishing "student" from "friend", but there was so much in-between space that Logan wasn't afraid to put a toe across this arbitrary line half the time. Still, he didn't push it so much, just did whatever was natural. Even without a position of power, the kids were still... kids, nine or ten years younger than he was even at their oldest, since he taught only high schoolers. Right now, though, there were no students around, and he didn't get along well with many co-workers, and the ones he did like either had classes or something else to be doing at this particular time, and so he stayed in his classroom. It was an okay place to be, though. He hadn't put up any posters or decorations but the last teacher before him (who'd now retired) had had tons of posters of healthy foods and shit up, which he'd just left there. Logan even kept it pretty clean-ish, too, though he didn't do most of the cleaning himself -- mostly he kept behind the kids who gave him trouble in class and made sure they straightened up before they left. Yeah, being a teacher was pretty decent.

Although he'd had lunch earlier in the day, he found himself randomly craving pancakes now, even though it was the middle of the day. Luckily, he had plenty of time and an entire classroom full of cooking materials and ingredients. He always kept the right ingredients to make pancakes around, and so with ease he tossed in the right amout of everything -- flour, baking powder, milk, and so on, just the usual, but he eyeballed it rather than measured, being used to it at this point -- and then mixed it together. It didn't mix as well as he hoped with just a spoon, though, which was weird. Had he forgotten something...? He remembered now -- an egg -- and cracked it in too, grabbing a whisk to get this all done together properly this time. Whisk and bowl in hand, he had turned to look for a pan when he managed to trip over... absolutely nothing, it seemed, and though he didn't actually fall over, he almost tossed the bowl in surprise... and it was so that he wound up covered in pancake mix. Uh. He was just staring into the now almost-empty bowl, mourning his pancakes, when he heard a knock on the door and then someone entering. Oh, that was great. It was just what Logan needed, for someone to walk in while he stood there, with nothing but a bowl and a whisk, covered in what should have been his pancakes.