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Speech Comm

201--Speech 2nd period.

Persuade me, gang. Go!

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301--InterComm 3rd Period

Today you should be learning more about the construction of messages. You should be getting an introduction to the power inherant in construction. You should be engaged in discussion.

Instead, she stands at the front of the room watching the door.

[[Students can feel free to talk amongst themselves...CJ and Jack need to chat about punctuality.]]

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Speechify me.

Barbossa stood up and gave a CJ a cocky smile.

"Ballpoint pens be the best invention since pre-sliced bread, which they also be not havin' where I be from. Ballpoint pens be makin' it easy fer ye to write a 'Dear Jane'-type letter in a hurry, fer instance, when yer ship might be headin' out t' sea t' avoid any legal sort o' trouble. In the time o' quills, ye be needin' t' blow on the paper t' make the ink dry faster, and thar could be splotches that be muddlin' yer message as it were."

He looked down at his notes. "The ballpoint pen also be not runnin' out o' ink near as quickly as a quill or a reed pen be doin', and also be far less apt t' spill ink on ye if ye be hittin' a patch o' rough seas." He frowned. "Which would lead t' a decrease in beatings fer cabin boys who be accidentally spillin' ink when it be not their fault, but rather the fault o' the ham-handed idiot at the wheel."

He cleared his throat. "Anyway. Thar be ballpoints that can right upside down or underwater or even in space, which be not as impressive t' me, but I be sure thar are some here who be findin' that interestin'." He put his papers down. "So everyone should be buyin' more ballpoint pens. And usin' 'em all the time."

She absolutely does not dissolve into fits of laughter, but certainly marks an A by Barbossa's name in the gradebook.

Isabel rushed into class a few minutes late. For some reason, she was holding a feather covered pillow (http://izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com/3523.html?view=53699#t53699). There also might have been a few feathers caught on her clothes.

When it was her turn to speak, she looked at the pillow, looked at the hand that should have been holding a cup of coffee, and shrugged. Holding up the pillow, she began to speak. A few feathers drifted from the pillow everytime she moved it.

"This is the amazing shoo-pillow. Guaranteed to help humanely herd and direct any mupppet chickens that just happen to invade your living space. In an emergency it can be used to fend off gremlins or those who are suffering the effects of gremlins and believe they are small animals.

The shoo-pillow also doubles as an excellent cushion when out and about. Protecting even the most delicate of posteriors. In the event of rapid onset sleepiness, it makes a soft and comfortable spot to rest your head.

The shoo-pillow is not recommended for fending off zombies, demons or vampires or any angry critter larger then a small goat. Satisfaction guaranteed or your money back."

Isabel finished and looked at Prof. Cregg with a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry, it's been that kind of a morning."

Alanna stood up, a small black cat on her shoulder.

"Did you ever want a pet? Confused by what you should get? Spending long evenings having discussions with yourself? Then a talking cat is the right pet for you!" Faithful preened.

"First of all, cats, even non-talking ones, have been found to pro-long lives. They are a comfort to have, and chase down any mice you may have. And give a cat a ball of string and you have fun for hours! Plus, cats are easy to take care of, as long as you don't forget to provide a proper scratching post." Faithful chuckled.

"So why a talking a cat? Well, know you have someone who will always be there for you, no matter how annoying. They'll listen, and offer advice, even if the advice is to call you stupid. With a talking cat, you're never alone."

Faithful jumped down from Alanna's shoulder. "And we come with more intelligence then our human owners!"

"FAITHFUL!"

~~I somehow missed this in the tag kerfuffle. WOE!~~

Lisa stands up and delivers her speech.

"Condoms are a wonderful thing.

They prevent the spread of sexually transmitted diseases. Like HIV, which still has no cure and is ultimately fatal as AIDS. And human papillomavirus (HPV), genital herpes simplex (HSV), chancroid, and syphilis, to name a few.

All of which, are no fun."

She then presents a few photographs, a la a high school sex ed program. Creepy photos.

"They also prevent unwanted pregnancy. (glares at class)

And they come in many sizes, textures, colors, and even flavors. If you look at them in the right way, they can actually add to your sexual experience.

So use them. Please."

Chitter chat away with one another. Discuss whatever you want (although keeping it speech related will keep you from getting in trouble.)

Maia came in and sat down. Pulling out her notebook she starts to write very slowly and deliberate for a few minutes. Setting her pen down she stares at what she has written and then glances up at C.J., frowning a little to herself she starts to write again only faster this time and without pause. She is blocking out everything around her as she writes.

Since there's no pressing topic or assignment, Shep sits in the back...

... and starts playing the Sims.

No bears today.

Punctuality...the ass chewing of the day.

Exactly twenty-seven minutes into class a paper airplane comes sailing through the door. Upon opening it it becomes apparent that it is a note.

I have a good excuse.

Paper airplanes don't fly that far. She reads the note, and yells. "JACK! GET IN HERE!"

"NO," he screamed back. "YOU'LL SUMMON JERUSALEM TO EAT ME!"

"I CAN'T DO THAT! QUIT BEING A SLACKER AND GET. IN. HERE."

Jack slowly edges his way into the classroom. He comes to a halt just inside of the door.

"It was an accident?"

"Jack...an accident is 5 minutes. You are now..." she looks at the clock, "...nearly 40 minutes late. What...WHAT in the name of all that's holy could be considered an accident for 40 minutes?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Really you wouldn't."

She sighs heavily, flushed and annoyed. "Just tell me Jack."

"My roommate got a weird blue dog and I think it may have eaten my clock."

She blinks. Then stares. Then she pinches the bridge of her nose to stave off the threatening aneurism.

"Jack, do you want me to kill you? I mean, I could be really creative in doing it."

"I told you you wouldn't believe me. Ask Marty, it's his dog."

"It's not that I don't believe you, Jack. IN fact, a clock eating dog is almost the norm around here. But couldn't MArty get you up? Didn't the dog wake you up? Don't you have any sense of self preservation AT ALL?"

"Because I have class first period and then I sleep second period. And either everyone else in the room is either sleeping through second or showering." Self preservation? "Uh?"

[I actually went and checked all Jack'sroomies schedules to come up with a realistic excuse. So sad.]

"Fine."

She purses her lips for a minute, considering.

"I've never given anyone detention, Jack. Do you want to be the first?"

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