Journalism Class - Monday September 26, 2005

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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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Buffy walks in, looking miraculously chipper for someone who was fighting zombies all weekend. Then again, she had a very sexy wonderful time after the fighting was over. She slides into her seat next to Xander.

"You should just stay in my room at night," She says with a smile. "You'd still be registered as living in that room. My roommate is away for awhile, so I ahve plenty of room."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander speaks very calmly to his brain. Yes, you heard correctly, Buffy just offered to let you stay in her room. Buffy who is a girl. Buffy who is sometimes, presumably, a naked girl when she is in her room. Buffy who is Buffy.

His brain is mostly still on 'Bibble' but manages to snap back with Your point? Yes? We say yespleasenowyes?

Xander rolls his eyes at his brain, which probably looks to the class like he's having some sort of seizure. Or possession. Or dancing badly. So pretty much nothing that would cause any alarm around here. And Connor figures out where we are with one of her 8 zillion spy cameras, and decides to handcuff us to Angel instead of just the rooming thing.

She can't handcuff me; I don't have hands his brain sneers.

You'd have to deal with the mental image, though, Xander points out.

...I hate you, his brain replies.

"Thanks, Buff - might take you up on that every so often," he answers in tones of genuine reluctance, "but if I did it too much, I have the feeling Connor'll come down on my ass; she's kinda psychic about people trying to get around her."

[forlornslayer.livejournal.com]

Buffy nods at Xander. "I'll have you an extra key made up for you for when you need to do it, then. You are not trying to get around her. You are offering to keep me out of trouble...would you like to know how you are going to be doing this?"

Buffy grins.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander raises an eyebrow. "Me? Keep you out if trouble? I gotta hear this."

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((OOC: I very much love your Xander))

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*Bows down again to your mastery of XanderThought*