Journalism Class - Wednesday October 12

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

This morning, Spider is leaning back with his feet on his desk, watching the cat chase madly back and forth across the floor and dart beneath the desks. The aroma of coffee fills the room and the end of the classroom set aside for the newspaper staff now has a velvet rope marking it off and large trays of various baked goods.

There is a large cappucino machine at one end of the counter, looking very sparkly and new.

Waiting until most of the class had straggled in, he announced, "Next week's homework assignment is going to be labor intensive and possibly team oriented - it is also going to be graphics intensive, so you might want to start making friends with our photojournalism students." Spider grinned maliciously. "If I were them, I'd start considering bribes at this point, but that's just me."

Pausing to light a cigarette, he continued, "We've been talking a lot about the use of words to influence your audience and how the truth can be distorted or hidden... so today I want to ask you to convince me of something in one hundred words or less. You can talk to me about the joys of coffee worship," with a dry look at the cappucino machine, "or how the one true way involves a diet of nothing but bananas. I want you to take a statement of less than a hundred words and pack it with as much passion and conviction as you can. Convince me that you're sincere, that you know what you're talking about and that I need to at least get off my lazy ass and pursue more information."

There is muted growling and a damp 'squishing' noise from beneath his desk, but Spider ignored it. "Photojournalism students, if there are any present today, you get a photograph and a single sentence to capture my complete emotional attention. Tear-jerker, gut-wrencher, righteous wrath... any emotional reaction will do."

Comments

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

ChoColate. I maDe iT witH a SecRet faMilY recIpe I mAde up juSt noW. *looks at O'Neil, concerned* HaVEn't you SEEn chOcolAte befORe?

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

*Looks at the shining brown figure with what may be purple glitter in/on it* I've seen chocolate before, just not this kind. Is it okay to eat?

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

I thINk so. Or yoU caN do OthEr sTUff I Guess. um. With IT, liKe fingeRPaintiNg or makIng it a TELephOne cORd inStead?

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

*Jack perks up a bit* Fingerpaint?

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

IT's, um, WHen yOu paint thIngs lIKe finGers. Or mAYbe with fiNGers I fOrgEt.

But I THInk they'd aLl hAVe to be BROwn fiNGers unLEss We gET moRE colOUrs?

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

I think fingerpainting is a great idea. Do you think we'd get in trouble if we did it here?

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

TroubLe? *Del looks at him for a moment, confused, and then recovers* MaYBe we shOUld jUst PAint oUr owN fingErs then?

*starts drawing a pink happy face on a desk, but gets bored halfway through and it becomes a toothbrush*

*if she was anybody else (at the moment), it would probably have helped to get the fingerpaints out first*

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

*Watches the streaks of color swirl out of her fingers and take shape onto the desk* Wow. I wish I could do that.

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

Maybe You JUSt haVen'T TRied yEt? or. Do you HAVe lots of WISheS?

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

*Jack drags his finger in a whirl on his desktop. And a shiny dark blue-pink trail follows.* Shit. *Looks at the girl next to him again* You?

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

I'VE TrieD lOts of THinGs.

*runs out of desk space, but continues drawing, unperturbed. The lines form just as well on the air*

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

*Watches the paints form in the air*

[youngest-sister.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: It's past one, so I'm going to fall to bed now. Should be interesting to see how long it takes for Jack's paints to wear off. ;)]]

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

[1:30 here, I'm headed down soon too. Wanna continue tomorrow?]