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fandomhigh2014-01-09 03:19 am
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How to Cope with Being Suddenly Famous, Thursday Second Period
Herc had, upon getting a good look at his class roster this morning, considered just turning around and leaving and not doing this to himself, but in the end it turned out he was a glutton for punishment. By the time he arrived for class, no one would guess he'd spent most of the morning pacing in his office and muttering pep talks to himself while Max looked on in doggy confusion.
"Right, listen up," he said as he entered the room with Max on his heels, only a minute or two late, "I'm Herc Hansen--that's Mr. Hansen to you lot--and this is Max. Max has run of the classroom, so be nice to him." Herc suspected that wouldn't be hard. "But I want you paying attention to me, not--not my dog." The back of his mind kicked over to panicking over how he'd deal, what he'd say, when Chuck finally thought to wonder why Max was with him now. The rest of him kept going with his carefully rehearsed speech. "If you're here, you're either famous, or you think you might be someday, or you're not sure why you're here but hey, might be useful for you someday too, right? You never know. Take me. I used to fly helicopters. I was pretty good at it, but I wasn't anything special, and then--well. Things changed. I turned out to be able to do something that needed doing, something very few people could do. Something that had nothing at all to do with flying helicopters. We were all famous all of a sudden, and some of us dealt with that better than others." His brother, for example, had dealt with it really, really badly. "So," he said, a wry twist at the corner of his mouth, "I'm hoping you can learn from me.
"Now, you've probably had to introduce yourselves a fair few times already this week, but I don't know all of you yet, so we're gonna do that. Name, why you're in the class, what you'd like to learn from it if you have some idea already. Go."
When they'd finished, he steeled himself and added, "Chuck, if you could please see me after class. I have a job for you."
"Right, listen up," he said as he entered the room with Max on his heels, only a minute or two late, "I'm Herc Hansen--that's Mr. Hansen to you lot--and this is Max. Max has run of the classroom, so be nice to him." Herc suspected that wouldn't be hard. "But I want you paying attention to me, not--not my dog." The back of his mind kicked over to panicking over how he'd deal, what he'd say, when Chuck finally thought to wonder why Max was with him now. The rest of him kept going with his carefully rehearsed speech. "If you're here, you're either famous, or you think you might be someday, or you're not sure why you're here but hey, might be useful for you someday too, right? You never know. Take me. I used to fly helicopters. I was pretty good at it, but I wasn't anything special, and then--well. Things changed. I turned out to be able to do something that needed doing, something very few people could do. Something that had nothing at all to do with flying helicopters. We were all famous all of a sudden, and some of us dealt with that better than others." His brother, for example, had dealt with it really, really badly. "So," he said, a wry twist at the corner of his mouth, "I'm hoping you can learn from me.
"Now, you've probably had to introduce yourselves a fair few times already this week, but I don't know all of you yet, so we're gonna do that. Name, why you're in the class, what you'd like to learn from it if you have some idea already. Go."
When they'd finished, he steeled himself and added, "Chuck, if you could please see me after class. I have a job for you."
Re: Introductions!
"Are we gonna cover TMZ? Because they're kinda douchey."
Re: Introductions!