Journalism Class - Wednesday, September 7

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((OOC - This is a lecture and Q/A session. It'll be open daily and Spider will always have something to say... if he's actually there. For student reference at the end of a class session - ie when I get home at night, the entire thing will be considated as coherently as I can manage and placed behind an lj-cut.))

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The renovations done in the classroom set aside for Journalism lecture and discussion are obvious, beginning with the giant, floor to ceiling video screens which are, for the moment, mercifully dark. There are fairly comfortable chairs scattered across the room, two or three to a table, with the maximum capacity looking to be about thirty. There are plugs set in the floor beneath each table for laptops... and other than the minimal furnishings and the professor's desk at one end of the room, there is no other furniture.

The professor looks as if he spent the night sleeping behind the desk, sprawled back in his chair, feet propped on a laptop set atop the desk and a two-faced cat with a cigarette in one mouth leaning on his feet. There is a trashcan beside him overflowing with cans and an open pizza box with half a congealed pizza in it beside him.

There is a note taped to his foot reading, “Someone wake me at 1100”.

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Abandoning his desk and the cat, Spider moved to stand where the small group of scattered students could see him easily.

"Welcome to Journalism, boys and girls. Most of you are strangers, although I'm relatively well aquainted with the young lady," he squinted over the top of his glasses, tilting his head to one side, "with the halo of what appear to be butterflies. That could just be me, however."

A sweeping gesture of one tattooed hand indictes Phoebe Halliwell. "This is my Assistant. If you want or need anything, feel free to ask her to approach me. That's what she's for. I intend to make this as painless as possible all the way around unless sterner measures are called for, so let's begin with a few class rules."

"You may eat in my class, you may pass notes, you may play computer games and you may make little kamikaze paper airplanes if that's what makes you happy. My only rules are that you don't talk when someone else is talking and that you leave all mocking of your classmates to me."

Surveying the room, Spider continued, "I hate my job and everyone in any way affiliated with it, so don't take it personally. Are there any questions before we begin?"