Journalism 101/201 (Wednesday, February 1 - 5th period)

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"Good afternoon, boys and girls. Easy day today. I'd like you all to read the poems you wrote which you may totally crib from the internets, because it's important you have one, and bring it forth to put it on my desk afterwards."

Rita smiled.

It probably was a good indication that the students should be a bit wary.

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Re: Read your poem and set it on Rita's desk

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin froze at the assigment that he totally didn't do.

He scribbled together a poem that he certainly didn't randomly generate from a poetry generator (http://www.jelks.nu/poetry/dom/).

"Um. Okay." He cleared his throat.

"The desert dwells on the morning's laughter.
Ah, but a red rose blows bubbles in studious delight!
The sun weeps with the ecstasy of well-deserved water.
Yea, the ecstasy of well-deserved water!"

Tatooine poetry? Kinda sucked.

Re: Read your poem and set it on Rita's desk

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita stared at him, and waited for Anakin to set the paper down before murmuring the incantation and setting it aflame.

"We don't write like that in here, Mr. Skywalker."

She refrained from drawing any comparisons between the flaming piece of paper and Anakin. Because she's kind like that.

Re: Read your poem and set it on Rita's desk

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

"So you set it on fire?" Anakin didn't yelp. "Just to make sure I get this right. What would you have preferred?"

Re: Read your poem and set it on Rita's desk

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"No, you did the assignment correctly," Rita said calmly as the flame faded out. "I'm simply demonstrating. If anyone in any of my classes writes something like that drivel ever again, then expect the same treatment."

Re: Read your poem and set it on Rita's desk

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin was still blinking a little rapidly. "I'd prefer not to be flaming, yeah," he said. "I'll try harder next assignment."

Re: Read your poem and set it on Rita's desk

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

"Bit late for that," Rita muttered, tapping a few drops of water out of her wand onto the smoldering paper.

Re: Read your poem and set it on Rita's desk

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin pretended not to hear that comment, but his ears were turning red.

Yup, still kind of hated Professor Skeeter.