June 11, 1999 -- After School

[kouyouensei]

[Friday. A simple time when people are rushing more rambunctiously out the doors and are more likely to leave them ajar should somebody who doesn't attend insist on entering the school building. Clicking heels ring through the halls and soon enough Haruhi's abandoned classroom radar goes off.

Currently her heels hover a few inches above the floor as she's leaned forward to slam the table with all her might, eyes watering from the dust pushed into the air.]

What do you MEAN they still haven't given you guys' club official recognition? This is head and shoulders above some of the other so-called activities! You have a calligraphy club at this school, don't you? All they do is write.

Who does a person have to talk with around here for some justice?

[Turning her head from person to person with expectant glares. A gentler glare for Maria by a slim margin]

Comments

[ohmygah]

I don't know, writing can be pretty hard...

[And although using this time to nap is great, Osaka can't help but feel that nap clubs aren't endorsed by the school system. They should though. No wait, they should have a naptime instead. She'd ace that.]

[kouyouensei]

Couldn't writing down some discoveries count as a cultural production anyway? A chronicle of supernatural happenings is totally doable!

[ohmygah]

Would we hafta caligraphy it? Cause that sounds like it'd take a whole bunch of time and effort...

[kouyouensei]

Nah, that's the calligraphy club's exclusive dominion. Maybe they'd even accept an outsourcing commission.

[ohmygah]

I think we spent all our money...

[kouyouensei]

That makes official recognition to procure more money extra important...

[ohmygah]

Fer more parties?

[kouyouensei]

Better surveillance equipment, better advertising, better events too - the budget's the limit!