fandomhigh | US Government (Wednesday, March 22, 4th period)

Josh was back at his desk, feet propped up like he'd never left.

"So, where were we?" he asked, smiling. "Congress, I think."

He popped an instructional video into the VCR.

"So, that's how a bill supposedly becomes law." He laughed. "Generally, there's less singing."

He pointed to what he had written on the board. "So, to summarize. You, as a Congressman write up a bill--well, technically, you tell a staffer to do it and they call the legislative affairs office who'll write it up for you--, then it gets kicked to committee. The committee votes on it and if they think it's good, it goes onto the floor calendar for debate. Then the entire House or Senate'll vote on it and the bill goes over to the other legislative body for the entire thing to happen again. Realistically, if it's a bill that has 'legs'--a chance to pass, not actually appendages--there will be a Senate and a House version going through the committee process at roughly the same time. The differences between the two versions will be worked out in a conference committee--members from both the House and Senate screaming at each other over pizza, and that final version goes back to the respective floors for passage. If they pass then--and once you've gone through a conference committee, passage is pretty much assured--it goes up to the White House to be signed or vetoed."

He grinned. "On Friday, we'll talk about how the process actually works."

He sat back down. "So what'd I miss while I was gone trying to negotiate world peace?" He paused. "Which didn't work, just in case you were wondering."

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As entertaining as the music teacher and the eagle were, Peter was glad to see Lyman back. And thus, he took serious notes on the cartoon and lecture.

And he doodled.

And made paper airplanes.

All at the same time.

In between taking notes, Isabel was highly amused at Peter's multi-tasking.

If he were ambidextrous, Peter would have written notes to Isabel, too.

Angela tossed Peter a note.

Not to sound dumb, but did you always have six arms? - A.

Peter stopped doodling and wrote back.

Only since Friday. I'm trying something different with myself. What do you think, is it too much?

Angela grinned when she got the note.

I would have started with four and worked my way up.

Does it hurt, or anything?

Peter smiled at the note. At least people were laughing WITH him.

I'll remember that next time.

It did when they first grew in. Now it's just REALLY FREAKING WEIRD.

YEP. But, you know, Fandom. I bet somebody will come to class with ten legs next week.

Do you know how you're going to get them to come off?

Not yet, but I'm working on some ideas. Do you know anything about the doctors at the Clinic by any chance?

Angela shook her head. she had only been to the clinic once, to visit Angel, and she barely noticed who was in charge.

Sorry, she wrote. Then she realized that was perhaps not sufficiently encouraging and added, But good luck!

Peter gave Angela a shrug with his middle set of arms, just because he could. He then wrote a quick final note.

Thanks.

Marty watched Peter for a few moments before tossing him a note.

"Are you related to that fashion teacher from last term somehow? He had three arms and two heads."

Peter read the note and gave Marty a look before replying.

Not as far as I know.

Marty wrote another note back.

"Are you planning on growing another head? Because that would be cool."

Peter gave Marty another look before responding.

No. No more growing new stuff for me.

Okay, so this was new. She didn't stare, but she did send a note Peter's way. Janet might have an idea about the arms thing. Assuming you want to get rid of them, of course.

She wasn't also thinking of how useful that would be in the lab. Really.

Holy crap. Grow four arms and you're Mr. Popularity. Good thing he had extra arms with which to write all of these notes.

Talked to Janet. She has a big notebook filled with stuff about genetics. Teenagers shouldn't have that. I think she's insane and I'm not trusting her with my DNA. She might clone me. Clones bad.

Yes, I want to get rid of them.

Sam frowned at the note. Trust me, she's not going to clone anyone without their permission.

Peter felt kind of bad, but...

I know she's your friend, but I have reasons to be twitchy about that kind of stuff. And she makes me nervous.

He thought back to that notebook. Seriously, when does a teenager even have time to compile that stuff?

Sam crumpled up the note and didn't write back. Really, there was nothing else to say, and confirmed some of her fears.

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