Language Classes, 12/20

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Written on the blackboard:

LAST CLASS -- Please hand in your final projects

There is a basket on Dream's desk to collect the papers; next to it sits another basket, full of red-and-green wrapped Christmas chocolates. Dream, now free of the plague of balloons, leans against the blackboard with his arms folded. He manages a smile for each student as they hand in their papers.

Comments

Re: Office Hours, 12/20

[swerval_zero]

((Um. How long does the final presentation have to be?))

Re: Office Hours, 12/20

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

"200 words, Miss Hopeless-Savage."

[OOC: Not that I'm going to actually count them.]

Re: Office Hours, 12/20

[swerval_zero]

Thank you, Professor. Just double-checkin'.

((If you will excuse the mun, she must now pull two hundred words from that creative space known as 'her ass'))

Re: Office Hours, 12/20

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

"I look forward to reading your work."

[OOC: *giggle.* If that's uncomfoprtable, the creative space known as the Holy Duo of Google and Wikipedia would also work -- plaigiarism is completely okay on this one.]

Re: Office Hours, 12/20

[swerval_zero]

((No, see, Zero's supposed to be drawing on her practical experience as a ca--OH MY GOD WORD JUST ATE IT COME BACK COME BACK.))