http://jerusalem-s.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] jerusalem-s.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2005-10-20 12:18 pm

Journalism Class - Thursday October 20

Spider is staring suspiciously at a bowl of cold cereal which is resting on the center of his desk. Beside it sits a box with a goofy looking cartoon character with a large, blue hat. Waiting until his students are mostly settled, he finally looks up to address them.

"We've dealt with a number of shifts in personality, disguises, extreme body modification and outright impersonations since the beginning of the term. A surprisingly small number of people have questioned any of these things or even caught on to them in a timely fashion and I'm becoming somewhat disappointed in the way that you, aspiring journalists, have ceased to question some of these issues. Professor Williams is a very good case in point. Mugged, impersonated...." Spider shook his head sadly. "You're supposed to be journalists, people whose job it is to get to the heart and truth of the matter, not only to expose the truth... but to discover the lies."

He prodded cautiously at the bowl, which continued to do nothing. "Exposing the hidden truth is the very heart of journalism. Reading the subtext, hearing the things which aren't said, learning to pick and choose the things that are true from an interview or investigation are what I'm supposed to be teaching you. I want every student today to make three statements. Two of them should be true, one of them should be false - all should be plausible. I want each student to examine the statements made by the others and decide which is the false statement."

[identity profile] dbiers.livejournal.com 2005-10-20 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
D'anna regarded him warily over her coffee cup, "Don't take this the wrong way, but I never want to visit your hometown Xander."
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2005-10-20 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Xander nodded back at her. "The only way I take that is that it makes you a smart cookie."

[identity profile] dbiers.livejournal.com 2005-10-20 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
She grins. Her eyes sweep over his hands as she takes a sip of her cooling coffee. Her expression changes to one of mild concern and she pitches her voice low so as not draw attention, "...the hell happened?"
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2005-10-20 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Xander looks down at his hands and grimaces. "Somebody was playing some mind games at the pub last night. I ended up getting a slo-mo replay of one of the better games of doctor I've played in my life, only this time the patient died."

[identity profile] dbiers.livejournal.com 2005-10-21 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
D'anna cradled her coffee cup and narrowed her eyes. She wasn't familiar enough with Xander to know if that was an invitation to discuss thing more, or a hint to drop the subject. She settled, "Are you alright?"
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[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2005-10-21 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Xander nods. "Not the first time I've had my head messed with. And whatever it was, it was temporary."