http://last-mizrahi.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] last-mizrahi.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2008-05-12 11:07 pm
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Inside Out -- Class 1, Period 2 [Tuesday]

"Good morning," she said mildly, as she waited for her class to settle, "I am Dr. Juli Mizrahi and welcome to ‘Inside Out’. While in class I expect to be addressed as either Dr. Mizrahi, or Professor Mizrahi." A pause. "Though I will reconsider my stance on that, if you have an alternative but equally respectful way of addressing me."

"I’m sure by now that many of you have noticed that, in Fandom, there’s much that’s difference from your homes.” Hopefully, at least. Juli would have to wonder at the kind of world where everything was always like Fandom. It didn’t fully bear thinking about. “The purpose of this class is to discuss some of the ways that we’re all different--in our background, our outlooks, and our methods of accomplishing things."

"Today’s is merely an introductory class. I’d like you all to answer the following questions: What is your name? Age? What year of schooling are you in? What is the biggest difference you’ve noticed so far between Fandom and your home? And what is your favourite time of the day?" Juli smiled faintly, "Once you’ve answered that, each of you may ask me one question--within reason--and I shall answer honestly."

[Wait for the OCD is up!]

Re: Introductions!

[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com 2008-05-13 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, christ. It was a woman. A pretty one, too.

Jeff was looking down at his desk as he spoke. "Jeff Murdock," he managed, "Seventeen, Ju-- senior now and, er, a predominance of phones." They didn't really have mobiles when he came from. "Night, probably. I can't talk much when it's night."

Re: Introductions!

[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com 2008-05-13 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"...A bit," Jeff stammered. "...Do you?"

Re: Introductions!

[identity profile] scary-jeff.livejournal.com 2008-05-13 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Jeff thought of a number of ways to answer that question. His brain skimmed past ankles to wet dogs back to ankles and then segued neatly into phones, where he lingered for a bit, debated the fundamental truths of speech, and said, "...Yeah."