fandomhigh | US History, Wednesday Period 3

Chuck walked into the room about a minute after the bell, wheeling a TV. He put his briefcase down on his desk and

“I trust that, while I was gone, you treated Scrabble with the proper respect that a TA deserves.” He looked a little disappointed at this. Clearly he had been hoping that she would get the same jabs that he normally did.

“Today, we’re going to wrap the Korean War and the Vietnam War both into one lesson. It’s not that tough to fit both into a class period, because neither war was really that large, or important. Especially Korea. The only reason we remember Korea is because of that fantastic old comedy show: S*P*U*D. The letters, of course, stood for:

S-urgical
P-lace
U (-hhhh, I can never remember “U”….)
D-octors (or something like that.)”

Chuck looked very annoyed that he couldn’t remember it, but he waved it away. “It’s a highly accurate portrayal of the horrors of war, so we’ll watch a little at the end of class.” Chuck motioned to the TV, then glared. “But not until the end of class, and you have an in-class assignment today, so pay attention!

“Then we can move into the Vietnam War.” He rolled his eyes. “Really, it was nowhere near big enough to be called a full-out war. The American troops went in for a little police action, kicked ass, and left. There was so little real fighting that one young troop, a Mr. Eli Whitney, took time out to invent those little drink umbrellas.

“In Nixon’s famed “I Have a Dream” speech, he spoke about how little the Vietnam War mattered. He spoke of walking down a long corridor. It was like it was him, but it wasn’t really him, because he was watching him walk down a corridor. He bumped into his ex-wife, who suddenly flew away. Then he was naked, and he turned around, and there was the whole senate there, watching him naked. Have you ever had a dream like that?” Chuck gave the class an earnest look. “They’re so weird...” He shook his head. “Anyway, the point of the dream was that the war didn’t matter. You can tell from see the obvious metaphorical implications in the dream. The corridor being America, his ex-wife being the fighting, the nakedness representing repressed homosexuality, as usual. But never mind.

“The major reason we even remember it is because a bunch of people whined about it. Some of you may see where I’m going with this. And you’d be right. (Unless you’re wrong, in which case you should think again). I’m talking about hippies. Pot-brained, picket marching, establishment-hating hippies.” Chuck wrote those three bullets on the board, as if they were important lecture notes. “With their free love and their massive amounts of drugs, young people just plain screwed around with the government. So we’ll get on with the movie in a minute, but first, I want you to hand in a quick paragraph on why hippies and their lifestyle are pointless and rotten. You should have a good idea from your assigned reading, but if you need more facts, feel free to ask me any questions.” He paused. “Any on-topic questions.”

After taking questions and collecting papers, Chuck turned off the lights. “I’ll be expecting a two-page reaction to this video for next week. Yes, I am adding that to the homework in the syllabus.” And with that concerting dialogue, he started the film.

OOC: OCD up ~~soon!~~ now!

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Chuck nearly runs into Yuki with the cart. He stops for a moment, accesses the situation and Yuki's unintelligible jabber, and does what any sapient adult would.
He ducks under Yuki's arm and makes a run for it.

Yuki nearly bellowed as he turned to bound after him. "I'm not in the mood for games Noblet!"

Chuck continued off, fighting the urge to sprint. He had to pace himself. Like if he was running with Geoffrey. He didn't know what kind of stamina Yuki had.

Yuki wasn't worried about pacing. He did smoke, but at the moment he had anger on his side. He was really running, and quickly gaining with loud footfalls.

Chuck sped up. He was a little worried. Distace was worth nothing if Yuki had a higher top speed...

Chuck was being a bit foolish. Not only were they nearing a corner, Yuki was getting close enough to grab him. He wasn't as mad before hestarting running, but now someone was going to have to face his wraith...

Chuck lost a lot of speed when rounding the corner. He knew that he couldn't keep up this pace for long, so decided to try and make it up by speeding into an unused classroom and holding the door shut.

OOH. This is NOT happening. Yuki grabs the handle tightly, turning it and pounding his shoulder hard against it. "QUIT RUNNING AWAY!"

Chuck pushes against the door with all his might, keeping it mostly closed. "Just take the TV!"

"I'll TAKE WHAT I WANT." He hissed through the door.

Chuck yelled back, almost in comical, pathetic tears: "You don't want to hurt me! I'm not worth the effort, I-" and then he lost his grip on the door, and it flew open.

Yuki enters and shuts the doors behind him. He takes slow steps towards him. "Hurt you. HURT YOU? What makes you think I'd do that..."

Chuck backed away from Yuki. "Well, it doesn't look like you're about to give me a pat on the back and say that all is forgiven."

Yuki has a bit of an unreadable face on as he steps closer and closer. "Yes... well... a pat of the back wasn't EXACTLY what I had in mind..."

Chuck keeps retreating, until his back hits the wall. He starts edging to the side, still moving away from Yuki. "It's not really that important, is it?"

Yuki clicked his tongue, and continued foward. "No it's not."

Chuck hit a wall. Cornered. "Ehhhh...you're not gonna let me go, are you?"

Yuki places both hands on the wall, to the sides of Chuck's head. "Convince me."

"Whoa."
Even though he's in a lot of trouble, Chuck still stops to think about how much Yuki's really turning him on.
"You gotta have some sense of forgiveness, somewhere deep in your heart. You can forgive me." He tries to smile, but it's definately more of a fearful look than a happy one.

"Sure... I can forgive you... But you owe me... CHuck." It might just be Chuck's imagination that Yuki's face is getting closer...

Chuck might have moved a little closer to Yuki. But then again, he has a very overactive imagination...
"Owe you what?" It was a dumb question. Chuck had a very good idea of exactly what the "what" was.

At this distance the smirk should be easy enough to see, "Oh you MUST have some sense of imagination, somewhere deep in your heart.. You can think of something." He repeats Chuck's pervious statment like that just for fun. Chuck is a little too fun to tease...

Chuck eases a hand up to Yuki's shoulder. "I could think up something, but it seems to me that you've already decided on what you want..."

"Well don't keep me waiting then." He's a cocky bastard and he knows it.

Chuck gives a little shrug. When Yuki's right, he's right. The hand on Yuki's shoulder goes up to the back of his head, and Chuck pulls him in for a kiss.

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