Post by Zira Tigorov on Jun 29, 2016 9:31:40 GMT -8
There was nothing more satisfying then watching the youth of Zootopia allow their imaginations to run wild in her classroom all day. She had decided that today would be a free day, something that she wanted to make sure they were able to do once a week at the very least among other, slightly more structured projects. Nothing was ever too structured in Zira's classroom though, including the classroom rules. Hence the reason these free days could leave the art room looking like a bomb of paint, confetti, and glitter had gone off, but Zira wouldn't have it any other way.
If her room was a giant mess at the end of the day and the kids who had left from that room were smiling and giggling, then it meant she had done her job successfully. Would she get calls from other teachers wanting to know why she sent the students back to them hyper and messy? Sometimes, but by now most seemed to have learned to expect it and realized that their calls weren't going to change anything. Would parents complain that their kids came back with paint and glitter all over them and their clothes? Sure, but it was their own fault for not listening to the letter that Zira sent home with each student at the start of the school year. She warned parents that their children would get messy in her class and to send a smock of sorts they could put over their clean clothes. In the end the complaints wouldn't change anything. Zira knew what she was doing and her boss knew the benefits for the students and was most definitely on her side.
Zira didn’t care what they had to say on the matter as long as she wasn’t going to get fired for it and she knew she wasn’t going to. Her job was to give the little ones a creative, imaginative outlet. To teach them how to keep their imagination and creative thoughts moving so they didn’t end up losing them the way many adults seemed to. Her job was to make the little ones happy and prosper. She was doing just that and a few annoying phone calls and cleaning up a giant mess at the end of the day wasn’t terrible, especially considering most of the time she had the kiddos help with the mess. Free days always seemed to run right to the bell though, so she was left to clean up before she could head home for the day.
She was debating what she was going to do once she got home. She already had a present ready to give to Ivan when he got home from work, but she wanted to do more. It was their first anniversary and she wanted it to be special. He would be at work for a couple more hours at least anyway, so she would have time to make him a nice dinner or something, but she just felt like she wanted more. Surely she could come up with something while she swept all the glitter and pieces of cut up paper off the floor.