Journalism Class - Thursday December 15

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

There is a defensive line of holly, wound in a manner strongly reminiscent of barbed wire, all around Spider's desk. The desk has been turned around so that the space underneath is visible and Spider himself is folded up in the space, Santa hat squished against the top, knees up by his ears as he types. The cat is sitting atop the desk wearing a set of reindeer antlers and looking disgusted about the entire business.

Spider is wearing a t-shirt that says, 'Elves, they're not just for breakfast anymore' a legend which can be clearly seen when he finally, cautiously emerges. Glaring suspiciously at the class, Santa hat askew, he growled, "Sum up finals week in exactly twenty-five words. Do not wish me any sort of joyous holiday or utter any jovial laughter that consists of one syllable. Attempts to 'de-Scrooge' me will be met with an exam next week. If you are quiet and well-behaved, Friday will be our last day of class and, once I have your final project in my grabby little hands, you'll be free to go."

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[chasingangela]

Angela chews on her pen, wondering but not asking why someone who hates Christmas is wearing such festive gear.

She writes, Too many papers and tests, no time, Angel grabbed my boyfriend’s ass, and I have to write a sestina for Chaucer. I need more coffee.

[soldtoarmenians]

{{ooc - that's kind of emo-ily poetic, if you divide it up into lines.

Finals Week

Too many papers and tests
No time
Angel grabbed my boyfriend's ass
and
I have to write sestina for Chaucer.

I need more coffee.}}

[chasingangela]

[OOC: Angela's writing is ofern emo-ily poetic, so I'll take that as a compliment. *g*]

[dbiers.livejournal.com]

Having spent most of the week ill and hiding out in her room, D'anna tumbles into class wearing her usual 'Thursdays are for Torture' tee shirt.

Finals week is special form of Earth tribulation wherein professors attempt to torture us by trying to suck our brains out of our heads, throw us into situations where we encounter pirates, amazons, GODS!, frogs, harpies, gorgons, elves, sausagesinnabun - things which ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO EXIST THANK YOU, and otherwise push us to the brink of maddness under the guise of seeing how much we've learnt this term.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John sits down and starts to write.

My brain on finals week resembles and pureed piece of broccoli complete with disgusting gurgle and ugly blob like quality. Finals week just really sucks.

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

Finals week is hell on wheels. It rides into town and steals our boy/girlfriends from us and leaves everybody a miserable jibbering flesh pile.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova considers and begins writing.

Finals week is like the Circle of the Lustful. A lot of effort with not much tangible effect. It begins again too soon next semester.

She reviewed her work. The very brief nature of the assignment made it sound like haiku with too many syllables. But not by much.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander looks rather pleased when he slides into his seat, having come straight from his incredibly easy Music 101 final.

Finals week, he writes, is for looking up all that stuff you ignored in class, and cramming it into your brain just long enough for the test.

[fh_jackass]

Logan entered the classroom, still talking to Veronica.

"Yeah, started talking to me in the men's room about my hands and sharing his feelings and then he tried to kiss me." He shuddered. "Weird shit. I guess he was under a love spell."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"He tried to kiss you?" she said, half in shock and half in jealousy. "Oh, and he was definitely under a love spell," she added bitterly.

[fh_jackass]

Logan raised his eyebrows at her. "He hit on you too?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Um, in a manner of speaking, yeah," she said, looking away.

[fh_jackass]

Logan touched her arm. "Veronica, what did he do to you?" he asked, a note of anger in his voice.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"We just talked, Logan. Relax, he didn't... um... try to kiss me or anything," she finally decided on, striving for a teasing tone at the end so he'd stop asking her questions. It would be lying to say that Angel hadn't hurt her, but she wasn't about to try to explain that to Logan.

[fh_jackass]

Logan looked at her for a moment, but decided not to press the issue. "I must be special, then," he sighed. "Damn this irresistibility!" He smiled at her.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

She laughed. "Yeah, Logan, you're totally irresistable," she deadpanned. "I'm having trouble controlling myself right now, in fact."

It didn't occur to her that joking like that with her newly single ex-boyfriend might not be the best idea.

[fh_jackass]

Logan gave her a sly grin. "Still have that leather outfit?"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

She rolled her eyes. "If I did, and I'm not saying I do, I don't plan on ever wearing it again."

[fh_jackass]

"Too bad," Logan said. "It was very," his eyes drifted over her body, "flattering."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica raised an eyebrow at him.

"Thanks, I guess," she said.

[lady-jessica-bg.livejournal.com]

Stress is a part of life. However, comparing Finals Week to the rest of the year is like comparing a toy boat to the Titanic.

((Speaks for RL as well.))

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

After chatting with Logan, Veronica writes:

Finals Week has been absolute hell and not just because of my finals, but because it has proven that everything that can go wrong, will.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka wanders in and flops into a chair, restraining herself from propping her feet on the desk next to her. After all, it wouldn't improve her mood to act like the spoiled teenager she was.

After a moment of doodling on her paper, she hastily scrawled:

Boring, full of stressed students, stupid christmas cheer, cold, people acting like idiots (not that this is any different than normal). Did I mention stressful?