Advanced Negotiations

[padmeofnaboo.livejournal.com]

Good afternoon

I’d like to begin by getting to know the class. If you could tell me why you picked this class... "Because I had to" is not an acceptable answer. We all have choices, whether it is clear or if it is not.

I’d also like to know what you hope to learn here.

Now, we’re going to have little bit or a writing assignment here. This won’t be graded. Yes, you have to do it as it does count towards class participation. For the next class, I want you to give me a minimum of 1 page, double spaced, answer to this question:

What do I think advanced negotiations are?

We will be discussing this next week. I think this will be a good way to get a feel of where we are... and where we need to go.

Why do I get the feeling the answers will scare me right back to Naboo?

Comments

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Ooh-rah baby.

Colonel actually. Sorry about the volume, hard to remember not everyone's used to being screamed at to get a point across.

And the bitch thing is pretty much an all-around. Though I gotta tell ya, whatever you can dish out I've seen worse.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I see this class is kicking in for you already.

Yeah, I'll bet you can.

*is trying desperately not to be amused by this joker*

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

So, what's your story? Green rocks crush you parents? Home planet go boom? Had a snake put in you?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*eyes widen in disbelief*

None of the above, and none of your damn business.

*is now not amused at all*

_{...snake? Eugh.}

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Meh whatever, just trying to make smalltalk.

...

So... anything specific I should call you or will Princess Has-No-Humor work?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker.

...

I just don't like personal questions.

Or questions about parents.

Or tragedy.

or death.

Got it?

.... allright, I have to ask... snake? Who are you, Indiana Jones?

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

As in parallel?

No parents, no tragedy, no death got it. Does this mean I can't talk about the tragic day my pet spider's parents were horribly mashed dead?

No, but I do know an archeologist who knows how to work a whip isn't afraid of snakes. Much.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

As in Dorothy. Or Charlie. Neither of which is my first name.

*grins* Were you responsible for the mashing?

So why aren't you on a dig with the guy?

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

I'm going to go out on a limb and assume they're both named Parker.

I'll have you know I was acquited of all charges.

Well usually that's where I would be rught now... except for, y'know. This.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Famous writer, famous jazz musician. Both cool.

*solemnly* Glad to hear it. I've heard court martials get ugly. Glad the spiders cut you loose.

*thinks about being on an archaelogy dig*
*thinks about Paris, and the fashion shows and the West Bank and...*
*thinks about how she got kicked out of the last school*

Yeah. No kidding. This.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Ah. I'll take your word on the cool thing.

Yeah, the Fluffy wasn't happy about is parents. He sent metal ones after me in return. Bastard.

Well. You know, at least this place is kinda cool. It's definately not the academy that's for sure.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Metal spiders. Snakes. What's next, snips and snails and puppy dog tails?

And yeah, at least it's not Catholic school. The Sisters of Perpetual Impatience were really getting old after a while.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Well the next time someone tries to attack me you can be the one to tell them to send butterflies and other soft non-hurty things.

I went to a Catholic school once. I was there for a week. It was fun being kicked out though, that's for sure, until my ma found out. That wasn't good at all.