Author's note: In Canada (AKA Where I live) middle school is seventh and eighth grade. So in this chap, Qrow teaches 7th and 8th.
Summary: Qrow teaches middle school as a sub for a day in Vale.
Period one ( Seventh grade Social Studies)
"Alright kids," Qrow said, taking a fourth swig out of his flask "I'm Mr. Qrow , we're gonna learn a-about Atlas. Yeah, Atlas. That's what it says here, right?" He asked a brunette girl in the front row. The girl nodded nervously.
"Okay, Atlas. Atlas, formerly known as Mantle is the kingdom located in Solitas. The kingdom of Atlas created the CCT as a gift to- Know what? This is bullcrap," The seventh graders looked shocked at Qrow's choice of words. "Do- yes, pink hair-front row? Got a question?"
"Are you hungover?" The kid asked
"No, no," Qrow laughed "I'm drunk. There's a difference. Anywho. Kids, does your teacher teach this crap?"
There was a chorus of 'Yes, Mr. Branwen's' among the students.
"Guess what kiddlywinks? Since your teacher is obviously boring your minds out, you get free period! Do whatever!" He shouted.
The kids all ran out of the classroom.
Job well done. He thought.
Period two (Seventh grade Math)
"Mr. Branwen?" A blue-haired boy asked "Are you drunk?"
"No. Shut up kid, I know math," Qrow stated drunkenly "The squa root of 2 is 85."
"What's a squa?"
The rest of the lesson went on the same way.
Period three ( Eighth grade Phys Ed.)
"You all did five sit-ups before coming in here, right?" Qrow asked
The kids nodded
"Well guess what chillens? Being a Huntsman or Huntress ain't that easy," Qrow yelled "Gimme twenty."
There was a reply of groans from the class.
"I said twenty. Wanna make it forty?"
The class did the aforementioned twenty pushups.
"Alright, now sixty laps. GO!"
"Go home, Mr. Branwen, you're drunk."
"Yeah, and I said sixty laps kiddo, GO! C'mon! My four-year-old niece Ruby can run faster than that!"
Lunch
This part has been censored for your protection due to language and Qrow-overdrunkenness.
Period four (Eighth grade Science)
The class walked in, sat down at the lab counter, and stared at Qrow, who had been mixing two unknown chemicals. He looked over at them.
"Okay, kiddies," He said. "We're gonna take a lookie at Naphtha." One kid tiptoed over and turned out the lights. Qrow didn't notice, as he was way too drunk.
"O-kay. I can't see anything. Huh." Qrow wondered aloud. "Guess I'll need a match." He lit one.
A student cried out "Mr. Branwen, wait-"
Too late. The classroom exploded. Qrow was fired.
In case y'all don't remember chemistry, Naphtha is extremely volatile and el explosivo. Yeah… Can you tell I had too much sugar? So this is gonna be a regular series. I got the idea from Little Snaketail's SWR shorts. All credit to you, friend. Anyone see Family?
YANG GOT HER ROBO-ARM! YAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSS! Anywho, you know the drill. 6-3-6 Freestyle pull, red top! Go! Nah, I'm kidding. Swimming joke! Leave a review for more o' those!
-Tasie