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Abnormal Psychology (10-27-05)

The classroom is painted dark green and there are deep red roses all over the room. Some are real, some are silk. Professor Drusilla is sitting at her desk, combing Miss Edith's hair and braiding it, then undoing it and starting all over again.

"No one wanted to discuss last time." Drusilla stares at the students. "Those who don't complete the entire assignment, written and verbal, shall fail. My new teaching assistant is going to introduce himself today.

On the board is written, "Tell me what you think of your parents. Do you like them? Do you dislike them? ~~Did your daddy kill your mummy with a thousand little bites?~~ One hundred words.

And if you don't discuss this time, you'll fail. Do you want to me to fail you and send you to detention?

There is a sign-in sheet on her desk.

There are also notes pinned to the board:

Missing Homework (10/20/05):
Jack Harkness
Jack O'Neill (excused)
Delirium
Illyana Rasputin
Paige Matthews
Sawyer
Bagoas
~~Boone~~

Missing Attendance (10/20/05):
Jack Harkness
Illyana Rasputin
~~Boone~~
Bagoas

Dropped For Nonattendance:
Carrie Bradshaw
Londo Mollari
ETA: Boone

OOC: Separate threads forthcoming. Also, as this is posted so late in the day, we'll go through the weekend on class posting.

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My parents are very indulgent. Mother tends to play disciplinarian, but my brother and I are often allowed to get away with murder. Father dotes on us both, although we come from a family with many patriarchal traditions. My parents are, unfortunately, prone to outside influence, and often come up with various ways in which they can help us to ‘improve’ ourselves – such as public school and summer camp. Our parents expect certain standards of behavior, but Father tends to be more modern in his thinking than Mother does. It is Father, however, who reminds us constantly of our heritage.

My mother is a wonderful woman. She's very caring and would do anything to make sure I'm safe. She's done a lot for me. She's very strong and won't take crap from anybody. She's also a very powerful witch. Her family is very important in my world. She can be a little...harsh towards others. She's very family oriented so she's not too kind to people that aren't like us. But that doesn't bother me too much, she knows whats best for me.

My father is very demanding. But he only does it so I end up being strong. Or so he tells me. He used to be important but he got himself in a spot of trouble and was sent away. So now I don't hear from him a lot. And that's fine with me.

My parents are both extremely boring. They're both doctors and were hoping for a girl. Instead, they got me. My mom wants me to be more social and spend more time with people my age. My dad doesn't even know how to turn a computer on. I spend as little time with them as possible. I do get along with my mom a bit better than my dad, because she at least tries to understand why I love computers so much. Dad thinks I'm weird for a sixteen year old boy. My younger sister mostly agrees with him on that.

((100 words. *g*))

I don't know who my father is. I haven't seen my mother in years. She sucked. In every sense of the word. I'm better off without her. Also, she wasn't big on the whole loving thing. Or the whole letting me have things I wanted, like a puppy. I have one now, though. But yeah, I kinda hate my mom. Thinking back, I guess I should hate my father too just on the general principle of suckiness. Of course, considering my mother's taste in men, which is worse than mine, I'm probably best off not having had that in my life.

I don’t remember my mom very well. She was nice, I remember that. She used to read to me. I remember crawling in her lap, I remember she used to hum and sing and kiss my face. She called me Danny, sometimes.

I started calling myself “Oz” after she died. I felt like it was a new phase of my life, even though I was only seven, and my name seemed a good way to mark it.

My dad never had time for me. Especially after Mom died. He remarried, and my step mom wanted nothing to do with me.

My parents don’t agree on what they think I should be when I get older. My dad wants me to be a pro Pyramid player even more than I do, to the point where it’s almost scary. That’s the last thing my mom wants, but as long as nobody talks about that we get along okay. It kind of sucks having to be careful what I tell one of my parents and not the other though. That’s kind of easier with me so far from home. But just as long as we’re not talking about my future, they’re pretty great.

My mother and father are both dead, I live with my grandmother who believes in strict discipline and punishment. One of her favorite punishments was locking me in the cellar with the rats for hours at a time. Unfortunately, my grandmother had a very bad accident a few years ago. She fell down the stairs and suffered a minor stroke after a flock of crows somehow found their way in through the highest window in our home. She's confined to a wheelchair now and I suppose you could say that before I left for Fandom High, I decided it was my turn to take care of her. I don't think I've missed out much by not having parents, my time with my grandmother has been an education experience in and of itself.

Eh, there's not much to tell. I mean, I've got their biology, Mom's height, Dad's hair, whatever. But the reality of the situation is that what they are didn't shape me. There's no anger there, no hatred. We just don't connect. We don't relate, even though we are related.

They're satisfied with their lot. I'm not. I want more. Sometimes I think that possibilities scare them. Which means that I freak the hell out of them, because that's all I want. Possibilities. The chance to affect things. All these things they don't understand, and I can't live without.

My parents are the strongest people I know. No matter how many times, as a child, I glared at them or bit them, they kept on living and loving me. There aren't many people who would be up to facing the challenges of parenting a gorgon. Mine have done a decent job of it. While they didn't cater to my every whim, they also didn't abandon me in a cave and leave me at the mercy of stupid 'heroes' who wanted to kill me, so they get bonus points for that. Even if they never did get me a pony.

Both my parents died tragically when I was 8 years old, I remember it quite well since I witnessed it myself. My Ma was scared out of her mind, the first time I have ever seen her so scared of my Pa; he was on a rampage, and at that time I didn't know why, they had always been the best model parents on the planet. My Ma loved to bake and that's what I remember about her the most, she was always cookin' and my Pa was always workin' in his big corporate job.

I never knew who my parents were. I am one of the Bene Gesserit, a society of women whose goal is to breed the human race to its highest potential. Within the B.G. headquarters, there is in fact a master list of strong bloodlines; most of us never learn the identity of our parents, for two reasons: first, this knowledge creates an unnecessary bond and second, I suspect that occasionally, close relatives are bred together. The closest thing I have ever had to a mother is Reverend Mother Helen Mohiam, my former teacher, but there love is intermingled with hate.

((Turns out, poor girl, her father is her husband's worst enemy, but that happens when she's about 40.))

My family is dead. Slaughtered by Xena’s army like helpless animals, and burned away to ashes. I think that most people would agree with me when I say that it is a bit difficult to have any kind of relationship, be it positive or negative, with the charred remains of a couple of blackened corpses, it tends to be one sided at best.

Before that happened, it was a different story entirely, just being around my mother could make me feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy inside. Safe, secure, loved. And then she died, and all that went away.

My parents were nobility in a tiny country in Europe. I grew up happily in the family castle, where I had a whole wing to myself, a nanny, and a pony.

Sadly, we were invaded and my family was sent into exile. My parents died of heartbreak in the back of a small inn in Bavaria. My baby brother was stolen away by gypsies in the night.

I wandered around for many years on my own, doing what I had to to survive. My parents were wonderful people, but they died when I was young, so I have few memories of them.

[[ooc: For those FMA watchers/readers, I don’t know if his background is discussed in the manga but it’s not in the anime, so I’m taking this from an idea I got from a fanfic, and embellishing very liberally.]]

I was born on a farm. My parents weren’t happy with the idea of me leaving the family business and property that had been in our family for over 90 years to study alchemy. The fact that I’m a single child didn’t help, as they have no other heirs.

I loved my parents, but I couldn’t wait to get away from their life. My father met my mother during the only trip he took abroad as a young man. My mother was from a country far to the East, which is why I’ve got darker hair, different eyes, and a paler complexion than the typically blond- and brown-haired citizens of Amestris. I used to resent that as child, but now I appreciate the memory-recognition it gives me in people I meet.

My adoptive parents died recently, they were good people, though before they died I thought they were a little controlling, only now I realise they were just trying to protect me. I miss them a lot. I don’t know very much about my birth parents, I know my mother is dead but I’m not totally sure about father, but I think he is too, I never met either of them, but I understand why they had to give me away and know it was not what they wanted to do, they were doing what they thought was safest for me at the time.

I don't really know my parents. My father was probably like me. My mother, who knows, who cares. She didn't stick around long enough for me to find out if I liked her or not. I don't know if I have any siblings, though I met someone once who looks like me. I have a guardian. He's a good man who cares for me. He's just, and fair, and wise, and very intelligent. He's a good teacher, but he thought I should learn from other people as well. He understands humans very well, including their less palatable attributes. He's Jewish, and he was a child at the time of the second World War.

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