Journalism Class - Wednesday, September 7

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

((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”.

Comments

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"Unless there was someone else over here muttering, yes, you." Spider smiled, and it wasn't an attractive expression.

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

She rolls her eyes, heaves a huge, much-put-upon sign and climbs slowly to her feet.

"Is this supposed to be an object lesson or something?"

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"Not at all." The smile broadened. "Georgia Lass, Journalism 101 and, from what I can see, possessing quite the attitude problem. I like that in a girl. Now, Georgia," and Spider turned away to gesture at the rest of the class, "we were discussing journalism and the ability to sway others through writing. As it's apparently difficult for you to hold still, you're going to be excused early."

He turned back to her, smile almost cheerful as the cat wandered over to nose at the wad of paper beside his foot. "And I expect exactly 100 words in my inbox tomorrow on what a complete fucking bastard I am. Out."

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

George rolls her eyes again. Without a word, she reaches down and gathers her things. She gives Jayne and his little girlfriend an amused smirk before turning on her heel and shuffling out of the classroom.

My first day at school, and I'm already kicked out ... That's a personal best.
I wonder if this sets precedence for the rest of the school year?

One hundred words tomorrow on what a fucking bastard he is, huh? Oh, let me count the ways...

She kicks the door shut behind her with a foot and begins to make her way back towards the dorms. She hopes Gord has made his way back from the store with that coffee he promised.

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Grinning broadly, Spider turned back to the rest of the small class. "Any other comments or questions?"

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

*raises hand*

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Spider eyed her warily for a moment before gesturing. "Let's hear it."

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

i ForgEt.

*a moment passes*

I ThiNk your eYes are nicE.

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"... thank you." Spider took a deep breath and waited to see if there'd be more.

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

I have One GreEn eye AnD one bLuE Eye but they are the SAMe size usually.

ToDAy I am spelLing mY NAMe DeE Eee! um. El, EyE, Are, Eye. and, Um. yOU, and em. Um. bECAuse it can hAve two eyeS, like you.

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Spider looked, for once, at a complete loss for words.