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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[sensethevisions]

Phoebe smiles. "Thanks, I feel better. What happened after I passed out?"

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"We were rescued, me and Krycek went to rescue the professor --" this made him snicker a little to himself. "--and then I had coffee."

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"We're NOT talking about that!"

[sensethevisions]

"I'm glad you guys got rescued and you finally got your coffee." She shakes her head in confusion. "Why did the Boss need rescuing?"

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Apparently we're not talking about that," Jake snickers. He waits until Jerusalem is distracted, then mouths: "I'll tell you later."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe grins at him. "You'd better. I'm sure I want to know all about this."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek leans over to Phoebe, lowering his voice slightly and sounding somewhat concerned. "Jayne took care of you while Jake and I ran our errand, right? How do you feel?"