Hey dudes! I know I'm like the least reliable 'author' ever, but I'm quarantined and not working, so I decided to take a look at this again. I haven't updated this since I was in high school, so I may have forgotten a few things. The last book I read was Blood of Olympus, so I don't know if this will contradict the later books. I still have no concrete plan in mind for this, so I just write random things and hope for the best. Anyway, onto the story...

"It's gonna be so nice to be in school and not have to worry about demigod stuff for a while," Annabeth said to Percy as they walk into their eleventh grade English class.

"I agree," Percy says, "minus the school part."

They see the new teacher with her back turned to them as she was writing her name on the board as everyone is taking their seats, and Percy had a weird feeling all of a sudden, like something bad was about to happen.

"Do you feel something?" he asks Annabeth, "something is in here."

"Like a monster?" She asked him.

"I don't know, but whatever it is, it's not good."

He pulls out his riptide pen just in case he needed it.

The teacher then turns around and says, "Good morning class, I'm your new English teacher, Ms. Webster," and both Percy and Annabeth's mouths fall open.

Without even thinking about it, Percy accidentally releases riptide, and then the whole class turns and looks at him.

"Woah man," said the shaggy haired guy sitting next to Percy, who was wearing a shirt with a picture of a marijuana leaf on it. "You can't just be, like, whipping out your pen like that dude. You should, like, chill or something, man."

Because of the mist, the humans in the class didn't see riptide; to them it just looked like Percy aggressively uncapped his pen and pointed it at the class.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Jackson?" Athena asks while narrowing her stormy gray eyes. She didn't see what the big deal was about her being a teacher because she was more qualified than literally anyone. Also, she would enjoy her new role as a teacher because she could use that to her advantage and spy on Percy and Annabeth to make sure there was no funny business going on.

"I um, I need a new pen?" Percy knew how dumb that sounded, but what else was he supposed to say?

"You can borrow mine, dude. I don't plan on ever using it," Shaggy hair told Percy.

Shaggy hair dude opens his backpack and the smell of marijuana fills the class room and now everyone looks at him instead of Percy. Athena wrinkles up her nose and asks, "do you have drugs in your backpack? What's your name?"

"My name's Shaggy, and no I don't do drugs. I just smoked some trees last night. I guess the smell is still in my backpack."

"Wait," Annabeth says, "Shaggy is your government name?"

"Yeah," he says and then everyone except Athena laughs.

"I don't get the joke."

"Pay attention!" Athena yells, "we're gonna get right down to business, and we're going to have a fifty page essay due next week."

The whole class groans at the same time and Percy says, "this should be illegal!"

"Fuck this, I'm becoming a stripper!"

"I'm not blazed enough to deal with this, man."

"Who hired her?!"

"I don't even care about getting into college anymore."

"Enough!" Athena brings the classes' attention back to her, "Since it is the beginning of the semester, I want to start off with something that's not too intense. Try to use this fifty page essay to sharpen your writing skills, because each month you'll have to do fifty more pages."

"Mom!" Annabeth exclaims, then she realizes what she just said, so she corrects herself by saying, "I mean, Ms. Webster, don't you think this is a bit much?"

"Not at all," Athena answers, "and besides, it'll give you all something to do to keep you busy and not doing other things that you shouldn't be doing."

"Great," Percy said, "this is gonna be a fun semester."

Meanwhile...

Poseidon had applied for a job at Goode High school, but unlike Athena, he didn't exactly give off the qualified teacher vibe, so he didn't get a job easily like she had. Today was his job interview, and he was nervous. He was a god, but he also had the tendency to say inappropriate things without thinking about it, which would probably ruin his interview, but he had nothing better to do, so why not?

"Good morning, mister... Poseidon Poseidon?" The lady who would be interviewing him looked down at the resume to make sure she had read it correctly and then she asks, "is that a typo?"

"No," Poseidon said, "my mother just really likes the name Poseidon. It's my first, middle, and last name."

Gods don't have last names, so Poseidon had decided to just use his regular name as his last name too, but now he was beginning to think he should've went with something else.

"Interesting," she says, "well I'm Miss Robinson and I'll be doing your interview. What position are you interested in?"

Poseidon blushed and said, "that's an inappropriate question for a job interview don't you think?"

"Job position." Oh boy, she thought, this probably won't end well.

"Ohh right, um, I don't know," Poseidon said, "I don't have a preference."

"It says on your resume that you're interested in teaching," she pointed out.

"It does?" He asked. Then he remembers that Athena had made his resume for him, so he says, "It does say that. I am willing to teach all the children. I love children. They are the future."

"Do you have a teaching license?" She asks him, even though she probably knew the answer to that already.

"I have a drivers license, does that count?"

"It doesn't," she tells him, "driving and teaching are two unrelated things."

"Oh shit, my bad," he says, "I just remembered that I actually don't have a drivers license either. But that's not important since I shouldn't be driving anyone anywhere."

"Have you ever been arrested?"

"Not that I know of," he said and shook his head.

"Do you have any experience working with children at all?"

"Well I've never had a job before," he told her, "but I do have a lot of children."

"Having children doesn't count as work experience," she said.

"That's actually great then," Poseidon tells her, "because I don't take care of any of my kids anyway. I don't even remember most of their names."

Miss Robinson was actually amazed as she was hearing all this; she had no idea how anyone would have the nerve to come to a job interview so unprepared and inappropriate. The oddest part of all this was the fact that he obviously couldn't tell how ridiculous he was sounding to her. He thought this was normal, and that was scary.

"It says here that you're proficient in Microsoft Excel," she reads from his bogus resume, "is that currently true."

"Yeah of course," he said proudly, "I excel at life."

"Are you a registered sex offender?" she asks, and she was almost scared of what he would answer.

"No," he says, "well actually there was this one time when Chris Hansen showed up at my house, but it was total mix up. I'm not the predator he was trying to catch; it was actually some other guy." He knew how outlandish that probably sounded to her, but he was actually telling the truth; although he still had no idea how Chris Hansen had gotten into Olympus, but he'd think about that later.

"Not saying that you're lying, but we'll do a background check." she was very skeptical about what he said.

"Seriously," He says, "I'm not into those perverted things. I don't even like underage people, fuck these kids. Not literally of course."

"But you just said you like children."

He started to sweat when she called him about. He wanted to say all the right things, but by doing that he had just made himself look sketchy. Well sketchier than usual. He was only doing this for Athena because he wanted to prove that he could be productive, but it wasn't working out so well.

"Well I sort of like them," he said, "enough to want to work with them, but not enough to want to see them outside of work."

"Interesting. So, what would you say your biggest strengths and weaknesses are?"

Poseidon had to think about that one for a second. He couldn't think of any weaknesses that he would have so he would have to make something up or exaggerate something. Of course he had a lot of strength because he's a god, so at least he had that going for him.

"I'm a really good swimmer and I'm physically strong, so I'm basically the god of the sea. I don't have many weaknesses, but I guess I can sometimes be socially oblivious and say inappropriate things."

She nodded and said, "I would've never noticed that you could be inappropriate if you hadn't just pointed that out."

Poseidon smiles and says, "well I try to be good."

"Why should we hire you?"

"Because you're hiring and I'm looking for a job." Poseidon didn't know why she insisted on asking these ridiculous questions.

"Well alrighty then." Miss Robinson stands up and says, "This is all I need from you today, and if you get the job we will be calling you."

"What if I don't get hired though?"

"It was nice speaking with you mister Poseidon Poseidon."