Journalism Class - Monday September 26, 2005

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Professor Jerusalem looks old and cranky this morning - or as old and cranky as you can get at the ripe old age of 35. The cat is again playing beneath his desk, this time with something that it probably wouldn't pay to examine too closely.

The Professor is poking somewhat suspiciously at what looks like a perfectly ordinary sandwich.

On the screen behind him is the following message:

Announcement:

I don't want to talk about it. At all. I don't want to hear it, either. Foodstuffs of any kind and the shambling undead are both totally verboten subjects.

Instead, I want to hear about your thoughts as to the student elections - unrelated to the homework assignment. If you must gossip and chatter, let's stick to actual school business. Please.


ALSO: This professor has made it his life's work to make politicians live up to their promises or put them through an un-ending living Hell and will most likely be encouraging his students to do the same. Tomorrow we will discuss 'Monstering'. With inappropriate glee and possibly illustrations.

Political Hopefuls - Beware

Edit: For the benefit of my students, this helpful list of student gov't hopefuls courtesy of dbiers

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[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

George wanders into the classroom with a notebook in one hand, and a monstrously large mug of coffee in the other. She's still wearing her pajamas and fluffy pink slippers. She casts about for a place to sit, unsurprised to find that she barely recognizes any other student in the room.

I wonder if that's due to the zombie infestation? she wonders. Or perhaps they've gone the way of my ex-roommate.

She finally chooses a seat in the very back of the room, and props her fuzzy pink feet on the empty desk in front of her. Back to the old grind.