Guidance Counselor Glee Novels & Stories

"What do you think? Moron!" "Don't," he said in a weak voice. He didn't need to complete his sentence for the Coach to know what he meant there. Coach Clive heaved a sigh. "I'm going to find our healer Ghaile. She was being lectured by Principal Lyns." Dumb!

I don’t want to be the one to crush her hopes and dreams. A few minutes later I’m sent off to deliver passes for students to come to the office for meetings with the counselors. Human high schools have guidance counselors to help students set goals and make plans for college. Some wolves go away to college, but some choose to start an apprenticeship with a local business on pack grounds, and many enter the warrior training program. Brent and I both plan on joining the warriors training. Jill is hoping to get an apprenticeship with a local fashion designer in the pack. She loves dreaming up and designing beautiful gowns and she even made the dresses we both wore to the last formal event.

-Martha I sigh as I responded: Thanks Martha! I stared at the ceiling but it still didn’t feel right. I went to my study table and opened messenger as I looked for Mrs. Hillary Pattenson who is our school’s guidance counselor. Thankfully she is online. She’s always told me to message her in anyway I can when I get confused on choosing what college to choose. She has always been so nice to me and I think she has something to say.

"And let me guess, ‘Aunt Isabella' is the one cozying up to your still-married dad? *She's* your guidance counselor? Kid, you're being played." "A rich brat this clueless… almost makes me feel better about my student loans." "Future CEO? You'd run a lemonade stand into the ground." "Picking your dad's side piece over your own mother… yeah, you've got a bright future ahead." "I'm out. Worst gig of my life." With a violent twist, she untied her apron and threw it on a chair. "You can take your family's dirty cash and shove it. I quit."

“That's what people usually say.” He smiled. “Well, for what it's worth, I respect it.” I nodded. “Thank you.” For a brief moment, silence settled between us. Then the guidance counselor cleared her throat impatiently. “Ms. Moretti, we need to go.” Reality came crashing back. The punishment. The humiliation. The seven long days ahead of me. I swallowed hard before looking at Jacob. “It was nice meeting you, Mr. Morgan.” “Jacob.” I hesitated. “Jacob.”

When exactly were these partners assigned and how come I wasn't informed? "Miss Conte." I know that voice. I would recognize it anyway, including a class full of loud teenagers. I turn around to face the one and only Mr Zukov, the guidance counselor and apparently the English lit teacher. It's been hours since I last saw his face and days since we last interacted. I can't do anything about the later but I can certainly watch him from afar. I even momentarily got over my fear of the internet and googled him. Yes, my heart rate was out of control as I clicked on his profiles and it may have momentarily stopped when I saw that he is married to a woman who isn't just gorgeous, but also a doctor.

"But it's okay, it's not like the guidance counselor know him" "What's the name of your uncle?" Richard said weirdly curious. "Paul" "Ah, Do I have to play gay to?" Richard muttered, attempting to be funny. "Hahaha, no, no, just be yourself and play it cool" The guidance counselor was a woman around the age of late twenty's; she sat dauntingly upright, wearing a serious but mug expression to her heavily powdered face, a mole the size of a plum hung on the left of her almost flat nose. Richard entered her office looking rather confident that he can sway the guidance counselor's decisions.

"Then I will figure it out on my own." "You will destroy yourself." "Maybe. But at least it will be my choice." Elijah stood beside Jaxon. The others moved toward the stairs. Dr. Chen called after them. "You are making a mistake. All of you. Without proper guidance, without structure, you will spiral. Margaret, your anger will consume you. Curtis, your guilt will drown you. Sarah, your pain will break you. And Jaxon—" She stopped. Jaxon turned back. "What about me?"

“Fucker.” Tommy told Richard he’d meet up with him sometime tomorrow. He got Franklin’s cell number and walked to his truck with a farewell salute. “Double T,” Rich murmured, returning the gesture. While the Ram’s engine was revving, Richard spared another look toward the abandoned theater and its obscure marquee billboard. Here be dragons, the thought came on him out of the blue, and he blinked. *** Inside her lighted living room, Glee sat working at the computer station. Katie wandered over and stood by her, Blondie attached to the girl’s hip. Glee became aware of them: “Yes, Katelyn?”

The three-month rule will always apply to him unless it's Ulysses he's in a relationship with. --- Meanwhile, in the Guidance Office, Mrs. Reyes, the current guidance counselor of the school, is having one on one talk with Student Council President Ulysses Lopez. If Mr. President is always seen as a cold person and always wears a solemn expression on his face, this time, it's on another level. The face he's making right now is quite darker than usual. "Maam, with all due respect, I am going to get this straight. Are you saying that Northwestern High School is against the LGBT community?"