Speech Comm ATTENDENCE REQUIRED::PRIZES GIVEN

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

OK, gang. I was going to show a movie, but most of the ones I personally own about trust and exploring trust have to do with bondage or other adult themes not suitable for a high school clasroom. I know this isn't the average school, but I can't do that to you.

So instead...*Pulls a large shopping bag from behind her desk and sits it beside herself*...today you get a test.

Interpersonal trust depends upon RECIPROCITY, or, in other words, a give and take...



I have done things with and to you all week. It's only fair that now you return the favor. I trust you all to not actually harm me, since I didn't really harm any of you...*looks at ONeill*...Ok, so today's trust game...

You may
1. Ask me anything and I will answer you to the best of my knowledge. If it's something I really don't know, you get to ask another question.
OR
2. You may approach me and do something physically to my person...which I must admit is requiring a huge amount of trust to counter any fear...

Comments

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

Huh. Might be another planet with a stargate program. Gotta figure out how to weasel it out of her.

"Have you ever heard of something called a Goa'uld?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Yes. That was the glowey thing that Vala used to help Chip over there in the library.

Lame, Jack...I expected more from you. Just for that, I'm taking away your name. From here on out, you are Skippy.

*Smiles wickedly at him*

Get up here Skippy and pick your [make something up]. *Gestures to the bag*

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

Lame, Jack...I expected more from you.

"Lame? How was that lame?"

Just for that, I'm taking away your name. From here on out, you are Skippy.

"What? You can't do that! It's my name and I've had it since before you were even a *Resists urge to say something disgusting* gleam in your father's eye."

Get up here Skippy and pick your [make something up]. *Gestures to the bag*

*Jack reaches in a pulls out... his dog-tags. His hand immediatly goes to his unadorned neck*

"Oh for cryin' out loud! That's not fair!"




[OOC: He was thinking the part without quotes actually, my bad though, didn't make it clear.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Skippy...I hope you've learned this valuble lesson of trust...

*she smiles wickedly again, and winks*

Do NOT fuck with the teacher.

*She reaches out and squeezes his arm in a friendly gesture*

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

When did I fuck with you? And stop calling me Skippy!

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

But I like Skippy...it suits you.

OK, tell you what. I think I've had all the revenge that the bathroom incident deserves. Truce?

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

It does not!

It was an accident! I swear I didn't see anything!

Truce?

You aren't gonna stab me with a french fry or anything are you?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*She narrows her eyes and lowers her voice so the rest of the class cannot hear*

Jack...I know you know how to deal with authority, and in my class you will defer to me. Do you understand?

I like you and I'm cutting you a lot of slack as it is. Your grade right now is suffering. So here's the deal. In this room, I'm in charge. The next time I need my ass saved, you get to be in charge.

As it is, on parent's weekend, I'm going to have to have words with whoever shows up for you.

Is this perfectly clear?

*In her normal voice*
Now...Go. Sit. Down.

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

*Stiffly an with an obviouslt forced tone* Yes... Ma'am.


[OOC: So much fun with this! <33! ]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Ma'am? Ma'am?!

Skippy, you will follow me out in the hall. Right. Now.

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

Yes M--Professer.

*Jacks follows her out*

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*She closes the door behind her and now they are alone in the hall. The big, echo-y hall. A hard look is on her face as she stares into his eyes. She is livid and she is uncomfortably close*

Jack, what's your problem? Do you want me to go back to ignoring you and letting you fail my class? I'm here to help you but you have to meet me halfway. Get it? I'm sick to death of your sloppy notes, your half assed homework, and your slack-ass attitude. I don't know what's going on in your life, but whatever your major malfunction is, you need to get over it when you are in my class. Do you get me?

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

*Jack is standing ramrod straight, and biting his tounge to keep from getting himself into any more trouble*

With all due respect Professor, that "half assed homework" I turn in is me actually trying. This course isn't exactly ice cream and candy, I'm honestly trying to pass this thing. It's harder than I thought it would be.

I will try to work on the attitude, but just know that it's not directed at you, that's how I am in general.

Your class is part of the problem though. That wasn't supossed to sound like that, what I meant was it's this entire place. I can't explain all the details but I shouldn't be here. In the span of a day I went from being much older than I am now, with quite a lot of power and clout to being a teenager who means nothing and was shipped off and forced to attend a high school.

I'm resigned to the fact that there's nothing I can do about it but it's going to take a little bit of time for me to accept this place as being my life now.

I know the class is no place to bring my problems to but please don't take it personally.



[OOC: Pardon the wait, mun is puppy-watching and had to take the pot roast for a walk]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Sighs*

Jack, I don't want to be angry with you. If what you're telling me is true then what I took to be potential has already been cultivated.

*Puts a hand on his shoulder*

Relax Jack...I know you're trying. I'm sorry I was a hard ass in there...but if you disrespect me, they'll disrespect me...and a lot of those kids scare me way more than you. I tease you because I like you, Jack, but if it really does bother you...I'll stop.

I know you can succeed at this. You can deal with what you've been handed, yes?

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

Jack, I don't want to be angry with you. If what you're telling me is true then what I took to be potential has already been cultivated.

...I'm not sure what that means. Is that good or bad?

I didn't mean to disrespect you Professor, and I apologize for that. I don't mind being teased it's just that... *Jack stops for a moment and contemplates how much he can/should tell the other woman* I am/was fifty-one before I came to this place, and having someone younger then me call me "Skippy" is just... It hit the wrong buttons. I don't care about the saltwater or whatever made my mouth go numb, all that's okay, the Skippy thing though... Was just a little much.

I can and will do this Professor, it's just that sometimes it all gets to be a little much.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Ok, Jack. *puts her hand on her heart* I'm genuinely sorry. But you do know...I'm not that much younger than 51.

*Smiles at him*

Are we friends? And if so, can I still get your respect as your teacher?

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

Ok, Jack. *puts her hand on her heart* I'm genuinely sorry. But you do know...I'm not that much younger than 51.

Is there any way to answer that that won't cause me even more trouble?

*Smiles back a little*

We're still good and you still have my respect, don't worry about that.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Good. I'm glad. Let's go back into class then so you can be there when Anya grills me about my sex life.

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

Got it. Wouldn't miss it for the world.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

laugh this time Mr and all deals are off.

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

Crap.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Your ass is SO mine now, O'Neill.

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

I'm screwed aren't I?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Pretty much, yeah. Hell on Earth sums it up for you, buster.

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

Shit.