Journalism Class - Monday November 28

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Spider has what appears to be a variety of pumpkin pies laid out and he's regarding them with deep suspicion. There is a note reading, "For your poor, long-suffering students. We hope they hate you as much as we do! FA."

"Help yourselves to pie, kids. It's probably safe." Spider glanced down. "The cat ate half of one and seems to be just fine."

Turning to look at the class he shakes his head. "Today I want you to write about the most frustrating morning you've ever been through. We'll share and discuss. If you want to do it in the form of a '... you think that's bad? Try this on for size!' contest, I have no issues with that. Enjoy."

Comments

[soldtoarmenians]

Oh, like Xander's gonna have to think hard to come up with an example for that.

I think it's maybe a tossup between the morning all our nightmares turned real and I ended up in my underwear in the middle of class (and then got chased by a psychotic clown), and today. When I woke up to find my frog tank knocked over, Jeremiah glaring at me from on top my alarm clock, and purple frog pee in my hair.

Xander shoves (clean!) wet curls out of his eyes.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory eyes the pies and wordlessly takes a seat. She begins to work on the first written assignment she's had since she's been back in school.

I think the most frustrating morning I've ever had has to be the day when, last year, I stayed up all night studying for a huge test, and then consequently overself in the morning. I had to drive myself to my school all the way in Hartford, and on the way, a deer ran into my car, further inpeding me.

When I finally did arrive at school, my teacher informed me I was too late to take the test.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John comes into class, sits down and gets right to work. This assignment is easy.

My most frustrating morning? This morning. Why? Because I knew I'd get up and still be the Little Drummer Boy and other people would know I was the Little Drummer Boy. I don't even know how to drum! Also, my underwear are missing and the excuse of 'gremlins took it' doesn't hold up well.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Heading into class, Duce gives the pies a look of abject hate, which, thanks to her sunglasses, doesn't turn them to stone. Because stone pies are bad, yo. She's apparently eaten too much pumpkin pie in the recent past.

Frustrating mornings. There have been so many of them recently. The morning I woke to discover an ad campaign being run to make vampires appear cute and harmless. The morning that was proven utterly wrong, when one of them was proven to have murdered a classmate. This morning, when I woke to discover an ad campaign pointing blame at a friend without anything like proof to back it up, and the worry that people around here won't give this person the same benefit of the doubt they gave the vampire when he was accused with no proof.

All of that is frustrating. However, for the most frustrating morning, I think I'll go with the morning I woke up to discover some bitch goddess had turned my hair into a bunch of bitchy, self-aware, venemous serpents who rarely agree with me on anything and have access to my face and neck. Cuz really? Compared to that? Everything else in life is a cakewalk."

[mycanonhatesme]

Chloe gives the pies a weary glance and sits down, thinking for a bit before scribbling away.

Usually, my frustrating mornings involve tests or tornados or unexpected meteor showers. But my most frustrating morning was probably the one where I woke up and realized I'd been drugged and kidnapped from what was supposed to be a safehouse. Turns out it wasn't so safe after all. And the valuable lesson of that experience? When you let the son of the criminal you just put behind bars decide where to hide you, make sure he's hiding you somewhere that he never told his father about.

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

After speech com, D'anna takes her usual seat in the back begins to work on the assignment.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova takes a slice of pie, which remains uneaten as she begins writing. She knows exactly which morning she was going to write about.

My most frustrating morning would have to be the one when my commanding officer decided that today I was going to learn how to be diplomatic. You see, one of the races on board the station have a quaint custom where they choose sides, purple or green, in a random lottery and then procede to do their best to incapacitate the other team. It's their form of electoral process and lasts for more than a year. What does this have to do with me? Well, on this particular morning, when I was assigned to keep the peace, the Green Drazi decided to start killing the Purple Drazi instead of just clubbing them over the head. Somehow at the end of it I wound up with a broken leg and as the newly crowned Green Leader.

She shuddered as she wrote. Bad memories.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue thinks for a moment, then starts writing.

My worst morning ever was the morning before my powers manitfested. It was a beautiful, normal day. Everything was normal. My family loved me, I had breakfast with my grandparents, and a call from my boyfriend. Because my morning had been so nice, the fact that my life changed so drastically and tragically just hours later, made it very bittersweet.

[lady-jessica-bg.livejournal.com]

Jessica considers for a few minutes, then begins to work on the assignment.

((XP I slacked off for this one...didn't read any prequel novels, so consequently I haven't a clue what her earlier self would have considered to be a bad memory.))

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Jack knows what his most frustrating day was and as so manages to get his assignment done fairly quickly.

At the last school I went to I had a few frustrating days, but there was one in particular where everything that could go wrong did, it even borderlined on becoming an actually bad day. First my truck ran empty about a mile away from the accademy, so I had to walk back and stay there for the night becaue I had no money on me. I ended up falling asleep in chow hall and slept about halfway through the day's debreifing, we had a training mission that day.

When we managed to get to the mission-site, after two different "mishaps" on the way there was another team there. Somehow someone managed to double-book our mission with a bunch of rock-dusters. Long story short? Hot zone, enemy fire, mixed up rations, cramped tents, concussion, infirmary.

I should've just called a cab and used my credit card Dad's credit card.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica sighs and writes:

My most frustrating morning ever was the morning my boyfriend showed up at my door, beat to a bloody pulp. I cleaned him up and then he was arrested by a local deputy, who happened to be my ex-boyfriend, for a murder he didn't commit. And it happened to be the morning after his father tried to kill me because I had discovered evidence that his father had murdered by best friend, who was my boyfriend's previous girlfriend.

She re-reads what she wrote, wonders if it makes any sense, and then decides she doesn't much care because it's 10:30pm and the mun is exhausted.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek has a slice of pumpkin pie, as it's the closest to Thanksgiving food he'll have had.

The most frustrating morning I ever had was waking up in a prison halfway across the world and realizing that it was difficult to simultaneously hold and defend one's share of breakfast with only one arm.

Then he enjoys his pie, fez tilted at a rakish angle on his head.