http://eager-platypus.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] eager-platypus.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2010-09-02 05:07 am
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Classic American Film, Thursday, Period 4

Ziva wasn't sure what she'd been thinking when she'd agreed to teach this class, except maybe that it might be fun to teach something new. Deep down, she wondered if it was possible that she was missing Tony, but that was just a crazy thought.

Once the students had gathered in the classroom, Ziva leaned up against the desk and smiled at them. This was a nice, big group, and she had a good feeling about that. Of course, she had good feelings about small groups too, but still. "Good afternoon, and welcome to the classic American film class," she said. Anyone who was familiar with the U.S. might notice that Ziva didn't exactly sound American, being from Israel and all, but maybe no one would say anything.

"I am Ms. David, and I see many unfamiliar faces," she continued, "so I would like to take our time today to get to know your names and a little bit about where you are coming from and why you are here, whether you are a fan of movies, or you would like to learn more about this strange country in which you've ended up, or whatever else was your reasoning. Also, I have not chosen any assistants for this class, so if you would like to volunteer, come and talk to me after class. Now, let us get started."
therewaslife: (↑ | cold weather)

Re: Introductions! [09/02]

[personal profile] therewaslife 2010-09-03 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I can't," he said and felt a little sad about that. "When I left, I lost the ability to see them. I can't see them anymore so I can't...keep in contact."

Which hurt more some days than it did others.

Re: Introductions! [09/02]

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-09-03 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
George had the strangest impulse to hug him, suddenly. Which was bizarre. She wasn't a hugger, and he probably wouldn't want some strange girl hugging him in the middle of class, anyway.

"I'm sorry," she said, instead, biting her lip and feeling the full weight of that. "I know what that's ... like, to ... you lose everyone. They're right there but you can't reach them any more."

She'd practically stalked her own house, after all.
therewaslife: (→ | observant lean)

Re: Introductions! [09/02]

[personal profile] therewaslife 2010-09-03 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you," he said and smiled sadly. "It's easier to deal with some days than it is others. I have my memories but there's always the want of more."

Re: Introductions! [09/02]

[identity profile] onapalebicycle.livejournal.com 2010-09-03 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
So ... my whole life, everything, all I get to keep are thoughts and memories? And Rube had shrugged in his Rube-like way. That's all we ever had, Peanut.

"I wish they were more tangible," she said softly.