Sociology Courses | March 13, 2006

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Sociology of Violence

Grissom hands out the midterm. It has two sections, multiple choice, and an essay portion.

The essay question reads as follows: Now that you've had the chance to speak to Mr. Fraser, the school's head of security, and using what you have learned in this class, what recommendations would you make to him when it comes to this school's safety? Please provide at least one method of security in your answer, whether is be a rule or restriction, a defense mechanism, etc. and justify your reponse.

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Sociology of the Paranormal

Grissom hands out the midterm. It has two sections, multiple choice, and an essay portion.

The essay question reads as follows: A close friend comes to you, and tells you that they have experienced a paranormal event, one that you find difficult to believe actually happened even in Fandom. What is your reaction? And how would that reaction affect both you, and the person in question?



OOC:

So, there are two parts.

#1) Please give me a letter grade, or some approximation thereof, of how your character did on the multiple choice. Let's say there are 30 questions, of varying difficulty, if you want to get that detailed. Otherwise, I make the grade up, and it will be bad, because I am mean and out of soda today.

#2) You can actually write the essay, briefly describe the contents of the essay (Bob writes an essay on installing a death ray laser on the roof of the building, as a safety precaution for the next attack of not-quite-living.) or even handwave it, but Grissom or maybe his TAs in chat tonight if they're around, mwa ha ha! is going to grade it. The grades will be averaged, 50/50, and Wednesday the students will get their grades.

Just to shake things up a little. Oh, and any of the characters that had crazy-ass Spring Breaks, and didn't get their studying in even though they are an A type of student, feel free to have them do poorly, there will be an creepy lab type in-class extra-credit thing next Monday. (Mwa ha ha)

Comments

Re: After Class

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *kills my work computer a lot omg* Well, I didn't want to spring that without warning. It's been three weeks, more or less, since they've had unprotected sex. O:-)]

"No, I don't want to go home. I'd like to be here, if that's all right." And no, she can't explain her moodiness either.

Re: After Class

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His eyebrow quirks up.

"Sure, that's perfectly fine," he replies quickly, somewhat startled. "Uhhhhh... is there something, do you want to lay down here? Or... not?"


[OOC: Dude, you could have Sara turn out to be a man, and I'd be like... okay. ;) Unless you broke them up on me permanently out of the blue. Then I would be sadly, pathetically, RL-emo over it, and would yell at you a lot and make vague threats of physical harm I would never actually follow up on, but I would say them with vigor. :P]

Re: After Class

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

[ooc: BWAHAHAHAHA! No, OTP forevah and stuff. No need to worry about that. And here we go with curveball #1.]

"No, I'm fine here. It's just...well. Aside from feeling tired, I've been getting a bit nauseous in the mornings. Nothing serious just..."

Re: After Class

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"Nauseous? What do you mean, exactly? Have you been getting sick?"

He's so close, and yet, not quite there.

Re: After Class

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"Do you have any of Doc Robbins' pregnancy tests here?"

Re: After Class

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He completely ignores the question for a moment, his mouth opened in a small O of stunned silence.

"How long has it been since you...?"

Re: After Class

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"I'm six days late. And my cycle is very regular. I haven't been under stress, nor have I been ill. I can't ignore the signs, Gil." Her hands and lips tremble slightly.

Re: After Class

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His head shakes back and forth a few times very softly, his voice hushed.

"So, then, okay. Okay. Do you want to take a test here? If you're..." he trails off. "About a month, I'd guess, if you're getting sick, so a regular test would be fine. If you can, if you want to."

Re: After Class

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"I do. I want to know, I mean, we need to know. Christ." She rubs her head with one hand. "I just...me, a mother?"

Re: After Class

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He's in the same boat, doubts beginning to bubble to the surface in rapid succession. He never expected to ever need to honestly think about this, and now shivers of fear and uncertainty pass down his spine. He'll reach retirement age before their child could drive a car, and his health hasn't been exactly stellar. Oh god, the baby could be deaf. Or become deaf. And he knows he can be cold, emotionally unavailable, and the damage that that can do. And he has no concept of what a good father is like, to use as a guide.

His hands trembling just slightly, he reaches up to her hand and takes it.

"We'll figure it out, Sara. We'll... we'll figure it out."

Re: After Class

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

His touch is a welcome anchor and she grips his hand tightly, working on not descending into a full-blown panic attack.

"Yes, we will."

A pause.

"You're not allowed to run out on me now." A slight, shaky smile.

Re: After Class

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"Never," he promises solemnly, his voice rattling with conviction.

He kisses her knuckles, and then gives her a knowing look, before walking over to the corner. He moves a sterling silver CSI kit, revealing a large, leather-bound box. Opening the top, he carefully removes some items - a case for a scalpel set, a small scale, some spare microscope slides, and digs out a brown paper bag.

"I guess I'll have to restock this kit," he says softly, trying to lighten the mood a little as he comes back over to hand her the bag.

"You know where the bathroom is, right down the hall. Do you want me to... there's a handicapped bathroom too. I can wait here, or there."

Re: After Class

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She shakes her head. "I'll be right back."

The necessary activities do not take very long and soon she returns with the appropriate items in hand.

Re: After Class

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He's still standing in the middle of his office, in the same spot he was standing in when she left.

Directing his attention to her, he gives her an expectant look.

Re: After Class

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A sigh and she manages a smile.

"Looks like I need to send an addendum to Mike." She holds up the small tube, where two bright blue lines can be seen clearly.

Re: After Class

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Looking down, he quickly looks back up, licking his lips and looking a bit lost, managing a "Yeah."

He looks into her eyes for a long moment, and his face softens. "Come here," he asks quietly, extending his arms out to hold her, although more gently than usual.

Re: After Class

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There is quite a bit of clinging going on. A few tears welling up, too.

"I..." and she trails off, sounding as lost as he looked.

Re: After Class

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He strokes her back soothingly, his lips in her hair. "It's okay, honey. It's going to work out," he adds with growing conviction.

"And I love you. And our baby is going to love you." The words come more easily off of his tongue that he would have thought. "And I know you're crying because you're going to have to give up coffee, you're not fooling me."

Re: After Class

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She laughs, a bit shaky but calming down a bit. "Darn, you caught me out."

She draws back a bit, looking him in the eyes. "And our baby is going to love you."

Re: After Class

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"Well, she or he is stuck with me, either way," he replies with a weak smile, reaching out to brush a piece of hair away from the dampness of her cheek.

Re: After Class

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"I guess I should go to the clinic and have a check up. Look for a good obstetrician." She mirrors his touch for a moment.

"I love you," she whispers finally, laying her head on his shoulder.

Re: After Class

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"I can ask Lorelai tomorrow, and ask her for a good recommendation."

He holds her, more tightly than before, and whispers, "Not as much as my mother is going to love you."

Re: After Class

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She laughs, muffled against his shoulder. "I should have a talk with my uterus. It's not supposed to be in cahoots with my mother-in-law."

Re: After Class

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He laughs a little, but then becomes more serious, his voice dropping in tone.

"I need to marry you," he says rather plainly, before realizing how that could come across. "I should have asked you to marry me years ago. I never thought I'd ever want any of this, Sara, but I do. I do. I want you to be my wife, I want that commitment, I need you."

Re: After Class

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"You weren't ready years ago, Gil. And face it--neither was I. Things happen for a reason. And in case you haven't noticed, I need to marry you too. Not just for this," touching her stomach lightly. "But for you. Tarantulas and all."