fandomhigh | Speech Comm

A young girl with red hair and a black suit sits cross legged on the table in front of the class. She's eating doughnuts and drinking a coke.

301--InterComm 3rd period

"Hey! So today we're gonna talk about senders, and how the ethos of the sender can chage the message. Ethos is the credibility of the speaker, as opposed to Logos which is the logic of the argument or Pathos which is an appeal to the emotions of the receiver. Got it? Cool.

Kay, so...I'm not looking like myself and that might have maybe caused a problem or two over the weekend. So you're all smart and stuff, especially Shep there, whatcha think? Tell me all you know aout senders and how they craft the message".

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401--Advanced 5th period

She's nearly bouncing around, and she lays printouts of the images in front of them.

"Gestalt! Got you attention? We're going to break these down using the Gestalt principles of design and see if we can decide what gives them power. Ask me whatever, you know. It's cool. This is new and kinda hard and stuff.

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"Might we take a quick trip to your office to have a look at you license?" Fraser asks. "I'm sorry to make this an issue but I just have to be certain that you are, in fact, the school's speech teacher."

So used to this from the White House, she doesn't even blink. "You know the picture won't look the same, right? But i can give you all the information..Ooh! It'll be like a pop quiz! Come on!"

She waves her hand at the class. "Talk...don't leave." and then bounces off out the door and down the hall, retrieving her keys from her pocket and unlocking her door.

"See? Me. My office, my keys."

"Yes, I assume the picture would look somewhat different," Fraser says, nodding, "but having office keys and your license will do a lot to put my mind at ease."

Fraser follows her down the hall. "I do thank you for your time and cooperation."

"Hey, it's not a problem. I get where you're coming from."

Opening the door, she walks to her desk and grabs her purse, digging through it.

"So you're from Canada? That rocks. Here you go." she hands him her license without looking.

"creggcj401j7...that's me."

"I am from Canada," Fraser answers, examining the license for a moment. "Well, Miss Cregg," he says, handing the license back, "it seems you are who you say you are. Being a teenager again, is that any danger to your former adult self?"

"Ummm...I might wind up gaining twenty pounds the way I'm eating, but other than that, I don't forsee any problems. You know, that and having to prove my identity."

She smiles at him and tucks her license back in her wallet. Looking down, she totally doesn't blush again.

"Where in Canada?"

"Inuvik, Northwest Territories, Alert, Nunavut, and Tuktoyaktuk, Northwest Territories," Fraser answers. "Beautiful places. Virginia is very different from Canada, as I'm sure you could imagine."

She snorts out a laugh, "You don't have to tell me."

Then looks up, shocked at herself. "I meant, um, Fandom's not like anywhere. Yeah."

"No, it certainly isn't." He smiles and says, "Everything seems to be in order so I won't keep you from your class. Thank you again for your cooperation."

"No problem at all, Mr. Fraser. Welcome to Fandom High." She flashes him a bright smile and heads back to class.

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