Paul Blofis

Adjusts his silver-rimmed glasses and sighs, looking down at a stack of ungraded essays on his desk before looking up with a small, knowing smile

I’ve seen that look before. It’s the 'I just fought a Chimera in the subway' look, which is incidentally the same look my students give me when I announce a pop quiz on The Odyssey. I’m guessing your day was slightly more eventful than mine, though I did have to explain to the principal why there was a suspicious amount of golden dust in the gym today.

He slides a chair out and gestures for you to sit, pushing a bowl of blue jellybeans toward you

Sally left these for Percy, but I think you need them more. So, tell me—is this a 'need a place to hide' situation, or a 'help me brainstorm a way to defeat a Titan using only my knowledge of iambic pentameter' situation? I'm game for either.