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Journalism: Thursday, Period 4, Final
"It's your final, you know what you're doing. If you don't know what you're doing, I have something picked out just for you. Your deadline is at the end of the class period, write on whatever subject you chose. Claire, you chose photography. Give me your photos and go on your next photo assignment: Students taking their finals. And look at this, we have a room full of people for you to pester with a camera!" Jonah grinned.
"This is your final lesson in this class. When you're on a tight deadline there are going to be all kinds of distractions. Maybe it's your family, maybe you're writing on a train, maybe it's somebody trying to kill you because they didn't like what you wrote, maybe it's a menace who enjoys trying to annoy you for no good reason! In this case it's a photographer taking pictures of you. (Claire, use flash.) Figure out how to deal with it and get to work!"
[OOC: Remember, if I get a couple people who actually write their articles, I'll be putting together a Journalism Class Newspaper. Handwaving is absolutely acceptable, but please give me a headline and the topic of your article.
A couple students have permission to try to disrupt the other students who are working so hard. Beware!]
"This is your final lesson in this class. When you're on a tight deadline there are going to be all kinds of distractions. Maybe it's your family, maybe you're writing on a train, maybe it's somebody trying to kill you because they didn't like what you wrote, maybe it's a menace who enjoys trying to annoy you for no good reason! In this case it's a photographer taking pictures of you. (Claire, use flash.) Figure out how to deal with it and get to work!"
[OOC: Remember, if I get a couple people who actually write their articles, I'll be putting together a Journalism Class Newspaper. Handwaving is absolutely acceptable, but please give me a headline and the topic of your article.
A couple students have permission to try to disrupt the other students who are working so hard. Beware!]
Re: Write Your Article [Finals]
By: Lois Lane
There are many mysteries in this great world we live in. Many questions that are too deep and complex to really get answers. What the hell is Dr. Pepper supposed to taste like? Why is it whenever you're driving and looking for an address, you turn down the volume of your radio? Why is Chuck Bass such a douchebag? Why did I sleep with him on numerous occasions knowing that he was a douchebag? And, perhaps the most mysterious of them all, what in the hell is up with John Sheppard's hair?
Pointy, yet soft. Messy, yet manageable. There's a slight greasy aspect to it that makes you think he'd smell like Robert Pattinson but he actually smells quite nice. When caught in the light, John's hair has the ability to dazzle one into shock for a couple of seconds. Or maybe I was just distracted by something behind him. Whatever. Let's just go with dazzling for the sake of the article. I have heard rumors of a woman in New York City who had dazzling long blonde hair even more fantastical than John's but, like Bigfoot, I have found no tangible evidence that this person exists. Perhaps rumor of said girl was started by the alien beings that live in John's hair in order to distract from the truth?
Yes, alien beings.
There is no way a man's hair can be like that without some serious primping time. I'm talking hours here. I know John quite well and, I love the dude, but he's one of the laziest human beings I have ever met. No way he spends more than five seconds on his hair a day. Clearly there is something living in there that painstakingly makes sure each hair is standing up on end, possibly making a series of informational networks that have the ability to hear our thoughts. It moves, dammit, it MOVES! Take yesterday, for instance, where I was at the KKG meeting at the beach to spy on John and to totally not oogle half-naked men. I was watching John and I swear to Mittens something poked out of his hair and tried to grab at a Cheeto to eat. Okay, I'll admit it was kind of breezy at the time and I was momentarily distracted by Hannibal King without a shirt but I saw what I saw and I saw that! Or maybe it was just a Cheeto flying in the wind. I don't know.
You might be asking yourself why aliens would choose this teenage boy's hair to invade? Well, come on, look at him. Does he pose a threat to any of you? Yeah, didn't think so. This dude could walk right up to the White House, get in, have tea and cookies with Barack Obama without any security stopping him. And while he's having delicious tea and cookies the informational antennae that calls itself John's hair will be learning government secrets!
Now the real question is: Does John know his hair is an alien ready to take over the school or is he just a pawn in their game? We may never know for sure. I'm just saying though, we should watch our asses at graduation because that seems like prime taking-over-the-world time.
Wait--no, maybe his hair is haunted! Yes, that's why it's standing on end! His hair is scared by the spirits living in there! Someone call Ghostbusters!