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201--Speech 2nd Period

"Ok, gang. I'm CJ. This term you will be learning the art of rhetoric as well as effective tools for public speaking. There's nothing like doing to get you into this, so prepare to take notes."

Pacing back and forth, she lectures for a few minutes.

"The essence of rhetoric, according to Aristotle, is finding and utilizing, in a given situation, the available means of persuasion. To do this, there are tools. Ethos, Pathos, and Logos. Get used to these words, you'll be hearing them a lot. Ethos pertains to the character of the speaker. Are you knowledgable? Trustworthy? A stuttering, stammering imbecile? Then there you go. Pathos is an appeal to the emotions of the audience. Reading your audience is key...in what ways can you use their emotions to your advantage? Logos is the logical appeal...facts, figures, common knowledge."

She sips her coffee and waits for them to catch up.

"These three are the backbone of what we will be doing in class. Now, to see where you're at...write me a speech. 3 to 5 minutes. Introducing yourself. Oughta be more interestinmg than the usual 'stand up and tell me your name' thing. If you need help, want to talk, are curious why D'Artangnen isn't included with the three...I'm here to teach you and I'm not psychic, so you have to ask. Ok, Go."
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301--InterComm 3rd period

"Alrighty then. This term's going to be a little different, I'm guessing, because you've been here for a few months already. I'm assuming you know each other, and if you don't, then shame on you.

How we communicate is key. In this class, the basis of our discussions will focus on the sender/message/receiver paradigm. This means that for every attempt to communicate, there are three phases that much be negotiated for said communication to happen. In order for accurate assimilation of a message, theseder and the reciever have to have the same modes of understanding.

Going easy on you, easing you in...please tell me one time when communication went wrong for you...the person who was receiving got the wrong message. Then we'll see if we can figure out what you should have done differently. Go.

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"That was you?" She stares at him, a mixture of annoyance and wonder on her face. This whole getting memories back thing was blindsiding her nearly every day. "Why exactly did you think it would be funny?"

Shep swears internally. She was supposed to have amnesia, wasn't she? "Uh... 'cause I thought... you know... 'who takes old Egyptian threats seriously anymore? And you know... once you had the statue back, the curse would be broken and um... don't you have a cat? No, wait goldfish..." He knows he isn't making any sense. He needed to learn four very important letters if he was going to survive this class. S.T.F.U. This was twice now that he'd have been better off letting C.J. think she'd never met him before in her life.

Gaping at him like he may well be an imbecile, she makes a mental checklist of what she knows about him, beginning with whatthefuckbear and ending with stammering dork.

"Shep?"

He smiles as innocently as he can. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Are you some kind of special I should know about?"

Shep beams proudly, "Well, yes, my mom used to say -" and then he gets it. "No, wait. No. Not short-bus special if that's what you mean. Why?"

He's ready for this class to be over now.

For the semester.

He mumbles under his breath. "I don't supose you remember that you *asked* me to sign up for this class?"

"I did? Then that puts you in the same column as O'Neill. Thanks for that little reminder, Shep~~baby~~." She flashes him a mischevious half-smile as her shoulders shake with laughter. "So...back to missed messages. How did you feel when the message was misconstrued?"

"Same... column..." Shep isn't sure what that means, but he remembered O'Neill being asked to TA yesterday, so he hoped it didn't mean he was being propositioned. In any way, shape or form.

"Mixed messages... which one? By now we've had six others." Shep folds his arms on the desk and buries his face.

She waves her hands, "Ok,ok...let's do this. Who do you think you are talking to when you're talking to me? Close your eyes and tell me the woman you see as being your receiver."

There were so many ways this could go horribly awry. Like it hadn't already? His inner voice asked. Shep sat up and closed his eyes. "Your my Comm 301 prof. You were my Comm 201 prof. You were the queen of all England at the faire." He hopes that's enough. He doesn't want to say 'you're the one I walked home when you were too drunk to do it yourself' in front of the class. He's already dug his grave deeply enough in here, thankyouverymuch.

"Come on, Shep. There's more to it than that, I can tell. You have an idea about me in your head. An idea that helps you generate a certain message a certain way. Why do you think you can talk to me like you do? And what reaction do you expect?" She leans against the table in front of him, enjoying this grilling session more than she should.

"Seriously, Miss Cregg, you'd rather I didn't say." Shep knows he could go for the cheep score with his peers, but despite the hole he'd dug that day, he did like CJ and embarassing her in front of the class wouldn't be nice. "If it's a thing about not having all your memories, I can catch you after class, but I'd rather not get into this in front of the class. Actually you'd rather I didn't. Just trust me on this one, okay?"

She points at him, "AHA! You, at some level, respect me. Is it as a teacher, a person, a friend or what?"

"Well... yes. Of, course. At least as a teacher and a person. And as a friend... sure. No reason not to, you're friendly. "

"Do I scare you, Shep? I understand I scare a lot of the students...are you one of them?"

"No, you don't scare me. I mean, if it came down to it, I'm pretty sure I could take you. However, you do have the power to make my life miserable for an hour a day... every day.... for fifteen weeks. I respect that."

"Never doubt my ability to make your life miserable much more than that, Shep." She smiles sweetly at him, waiting.

"Somehow I have no doubt on that score. You're a very creative woman, Miss Cregg, I'm sure you could make me miserable from the grave. Not that I'm saying... you know what I mean, right?"

"I know if you don't call me CJ, you'll find out how miserable in that grave you are." She grins broadly, enjoying this far too much.

"Sorry Mi-... CJ. Old habits die hard, I guess. Just be glad even older habits aren't kicking in and I'm not always calling you 'ma'am'."

She actually shudders. "At least you say it right, but this isn't a Western, Shep. Besides...yeah...just don't."

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