Study Hall -- Monday, September 12th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Welcome to today's Study Hall, kids. For all you new students, Study Hall is an open daily post for me to make announcements and for students who are not in class to mingle, study, eat lunch, explore the lunch, cause incredible amounts of trouble that make me want to fucking fill them full of ammo, and other non-class-related activities.

Today's announcements:

-- New students should make sure they are signed up for three classes and an extracurricular activity (part-time jobs count). They must post once a week in each class they have (or more, depending on the teacher's guidelines, but that's a school requirement). Keep that in mind when taking a class.

-- Our first detention will be this weekend. For you newbies, detention is a room you never want to enter unless you were planning on losing limbs in this lifetime. If there are any teachers who wish to run detention this weekend, that would really help, as the principal will probably be (OOC: Off celebrating her mun's birthday early ... woohoo!) otherwise occupied.

-- Reports are coming from the cafeteria that after a rather strange taste-testing incident this morning, the staff recommends that you do not eat the chicken salad sandwiches. From what I heard, everybody who's tried them has turned into a chicken. Let's not overwhelm the school nurse with an overabundance of shape-shifting poultry today, shall we?

-- There's been a reported sighting of a zombie on the third floor of the dorm. Whoever raised the dead on school property without the proper paperwork will be immediately given detention this weekend. Oh, and if somebody could wrangle the zombie, that'd be nice.

EDIT: Also, by request ... fandomhighicons.

Comments

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Bringing order and peace to the galaxy, of course. Right now there's too much chaos. Too many people persuing their own petty agendas.

There was a debate in the Galactic Senate that went on for an entire month before they decided whether or not to add a new entree to the menu in the cafeteria. *rolls eyes*

Someone needs to take control.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Control is good. Order and peace... depends. You mean like everybody's happy and shiny or you mean it's finally quiet because you killed them - I mean, took care of them all?

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Depends whether I've had my caf yet. *laughs nervously*

I dunno. The noise, the constant wars. It'd just be better if it all. went. away.

Shiny? I'm kinda a fan of the reflective black metal thing myself Happy? Not absolutely necessary, no.

Which is why I'm taking Advanced Negotiations. Gotta be something other than talking to do to fix things. Something to shake everyone up.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm not much for talking when there could be action. Or torment.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Yeah, my old teacher was always after me to "think before I acted" and "give others a chance to explain themselves" and "stop looking at my ass" "show a little more consideration," but it just so much time, you know?

I'm normally right, anyway. Don't know why there have to be all these rules to tell me what I have to do, how to behave. I'm better than most of the Jedi Temple and they. all. know. it.

They're holding me back. *broods*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

I know the feeling. Once was a guy who tried holding me back and convincing me I was supposed to live underground. With this pretty face? I don't think so.

*Sits back, studies Ani.*

So... you sound like you're pretty into passion.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm not real good at keeping my emotions in check. *rolls eyes again*

Don't think that hasn't be the subject of a billion lectures, either. "There is no passion, there is serenity," blah blah blah. And then they tell me that I must love all creatures. How do you love without passion, I ask you?

*scowls* Circular nonsense.

The name's Anakin, by the way. Anakin Skywalker.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Passion rules everything. Without passion, what are we?

*Holds out hand. Gives sweetest smile.*

Angelus. Nice to meet you.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

A pleasure.

You're up on the fourth floor, too, right? I thought I heard you and your roommate moving in yesterday.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Yeah, 406. Why? Did we interrupt you dreaming about that teacher - what's her name - *snaps fingers as though he can't remember - Pac-man, was it?

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

*hard stare*

Padmé. And no.

Just trying to be polite. I see now that's not going to get me very far.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Hey, hey, we're all friends here. I was just asking.

*Gives Anakin a sympathetic face.*

What? Is she an ex? You can tell me. Mine's a stone-cold bitch too.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

*not sure he buys Angelus's sympathetic face*

More like the absolute embodiment of everything I'm not allowed to have. Part of the whole Jedi thing *motions to his outfit* is the no-passion no-meaningful-relationships ever thing. The Order believes that it'll upset our balance with the Force or something.

*sulks* It's deeply, deeply stupid.

And even if I'd be okay with throwing that rule out the airlock--and in doing so, to stop being a Jedi, the only thing I've really known--I'm not sure I could convince Padmé to go along with it.

*bangs head on table* It's like a bad holodrama.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Can't say I havne't lived those.

*Watches the head banging. Moves his notes out of the way.*

Still, can't say I'm big with your pals the Jedis, if that's their feeling. You need passion. You need relationships. And if the girl in question doesn't agree with that, well, there's ways of changing her mind.