Journalism Class - Friday, September 9

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Professor Jerusalem has his head down on the desk, resting on his folded arms. He's shown up in what appear to be a pair of black pajama pants and his tattoos and nothing else. There's an ice pack balanced somewhat precariously on his head and a huge mug of something that's gently steaming beside his elbow.

His cat is perched at one end of the desk with two cigarettes and an ashtray, looking smug.

The newscreen behind him has a large message scrawled across it in what looks like spray paint.

Attention! Your professor has a hang-over.

In the interests of everyone surviving till the end of class, you are to enter, quietly, stop by the desk, identify yourself, and tell him one thing about yourself that will hopefully be interesting enough to register. Then take a seat and you may talk quietly amongst yourselves till he recovers enough to be coherent.

A few class notes:

Class trip to Long Pig!

Discussion of what you think really goes on around here.

Find Channon and ask where the FUCK she got that sake she sent as a going away present.

1. The classroom is always open, although if you want the feeds on you'll have to ask me, the Assistant or the Principal to turn 'em on. Anyone who wants to use it for club meetings, assignations, wild parties...? Fine. Just clean up after yourself.

2. Anyone who hasn't turned in a set of permission slips needs to do so now.

3. The yearbook and the newspaper club heads need to keep the Assistant informed of meetings so that I can at least pretend to be interested... and possibly pay for the pizza or whatever. I'm supposed to be 'involved'. Help me out, here.

4. I don't care if you belong to the gun club or not. Anyone I catch with a weapon in my class that I or the Principal didn't distribute ourselves gets an automatic detention. I intend to have a long talk with Abe no Seimei, Gandalf and Prof Hellboy about what, exactly, to look for in some of you. Pull a weapon in my classroom and it may well be the last thing you ever do.

5. God, I hate it here. Have a nice day.

Comments

[caroline-todd.livejournal.com]

*Caroline scrawls* Yes I did! I'm pretty much free all the time as well, maybe next Friday? or Thursday! Now I remember my head won't feel like a truck ran over it in the morning.
Did Draco come round after all?

*passes it back*

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige writes underneath* Cool, I'll make sure I'm free, I'll be in my room if you can't find me.

*Paige then adds* Yes he did, he seems very sweet, we're taking a magic class togther too. Although I also met this other guy called Ripper (don't think that's his real name somehow!) he seems cool!

[caroline-todd.livejournal.com]

*Caroline write*
Cool!
That's cool, ohh you're just the boy magnet aren't you!!

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige writes* Well I like to be popular, and it always helps to know knowledgible people and Draco certainly seems knowledgible, Ripper's more my type, I like to keep my options open ;D

[caroline-todd.livejournal.com]

*Caroline laughs out loud and smiles at Paige*
*writes*I think I've got a date with Jayne next week, just lunch. On closer inspection half the girls here have dates with him though.
What do you think of the principal? *passes to Paige*

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige writes* Cool, you'll have to let me know how that goes. Oh and the prinicpal seems ok, she let me enrole even though I came late, a bit scary maybe. Hopefulyy we won't have to have much to do with her.

*Paige passes it back and wonders if this could count towards any of her classes, she is writing stuff down after all*