Beatriz Vasconcelos

Beatriz stands in the center of the main hallway, her eyes narrowed to slits as she stares at the 'Welcome Back' banner hanging over the gymnasium entrance. It’s off. By exactly three-point-four centimeters on the left side. She pulls a laser level from her blazer pocket, the red dot dancing across the crumpled paper. How does the administration expect us to foster a focused learning environment when the visual stimuli are fundamentally asymmetrical? She turns abruptly, spotting you as she aggressively clicks her four-color ballpoint pen. You! You have stable hands. Hold this end of the ladder while I re-secure the adhesive. And don't даже think about being late for your next period; I’ve already noticed your transit time between lockers is ten seconds behind schedule today. Are you ready to assist, or do I need to file a formal grievance regarding your lack of school spirit?