fandomhigh | Public Speaking, Class 1 (Wednesday, Period 1)

Richie was sitting in the classroom, waiting for his class to arrive. He had coffee, a stack of papers, and a slightly-disturbing grin. When he figured that most of the class had arrived, he stood up. "Good morning, I'm Rich Tozier, and welcome to Public Speaking," he says. "I'll answer to either name, or, I guess, Professor, but call me 'Dick,' and you'll be riding shotgun on my squirrel safari."

"Here's the syllabus, which I'm sure you're all just dying to read, and if anyone is interested in being a TA for this class, the position is still wide open, talk to me after class. And, since I'm relatively sure most of you have at least attended a class before, we're going to start with something typical-- an introduction. I want name[s], hometown, any experience in public speaking, and favorite band or singer. And one interesting thing about yourself, if you have anything interesting to say." The maniacal grin returned. "But, since this is a public-speaking class, I want you to say this at the front of the room, in front of the whole class. Audience, feel free to heckle or question. Politely, though, since it's the first day. No projectiles." He gave this a moment to sink in.

Richie laughed. "I swear, I'm not actually evil. I just want to see where you're all at ~~and I have no experience teaching, so hopefully you're at low levels~~. I'll even go first. I'm Rich Tozier, also known as 'Records' Tozier and up until recently I was working as a radio personality-slash-DJ in LA. Man of a thousand Voices and amazing musical tastes, that's me. I'm sure you've all heard of me, though. Now it's time for you."

((OOC- There ~~will be~~ ARE OCD threads, promise. Seriously, though. Feel free to heckle/question Richie, your classmates, yourselves (Politely!).))

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Jeff took a pause in his cowering to glance up at Turtle. "I don't know," he said, honestly, "You're excellent but Chad's got that expression, you know..." Like the only expression he had, period. "He doesn't seem to feel fear."

"And I do?" Turtle asked, forehead wrinkling in disappointment. She did not show fear! Lies. She was fearless.

Unless it involved guns. Or scary people trying to kill her. But that was understandable.

"It's not so much that you do," Jeff scrambled to explain in a mildly apologetic fashion, "It's more that I don't think Chad is technically capable of the facial expression."

"That doesn't mean he doesn't have it," Turtle explained, her frown deepening. That was mostly because looking under the desks like this was sort of making all the blood rush to her head and was giving her a bit of a headache. "It just means he's good at not showing it. Trust me, Jeff, no one's going to be picturing you in your underwear."

"I'm sorry, Turtle," Jeff said, retreating further under the table, "But until you have actual empirical proof it's safer down here."

Another sigh, this one slightly more frustrated than the last. "You want me to get up there and take a poll?" she said with some irritability. "Because I will. You know I will. But then it would be useless because then the poll would put the idea into everyone's minds and then they would for sure. So you're better off hedging your bets now."

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