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fandomhigh2026-05-21 11:12 am
talentforlying) wrote in fandomhigh2026-05-21 11:12 am
The Memory of Living - Thursday, Period 1. [5/21]
This? John had NOT signed-up to teach this. Hells, he hadn't signed-up to teach at all this semester.
But then he'd found the course paperwork mysteriously on his desk, and, well, fuck his life.
This had either Zee or Dee's fingerprints all over it, and he wasn't sure which one would be worse.
(Didi. Didi would be worse, for reasons he didn't like to look too closely at.)
"Right. Wake up, you lot, I know it's summer and it's early but if I have to be here, so do you," he said, sitting on his desk. "M' Constantine, the librarian, for those of you that don't know me. Con-stan-teen, thank you very much, not Con-stant-tyne."
LUCIFER.
"So. Welcome to 'The Memory of Living,' which is pretentious as fuck, but I didn't choose it. We'll be looking at the Kübler-Ross model of grief, often referred to as the 'five stages.'"
"Swiss-American psychiatrist Elisabeth Kübler-Ross originally developed stages to describe the process patients with terminal illness go through as they come to terms with their own deaths; it was later applied to grieving friends and family as well, tho that was never her original intent. She noted, 'Most of my patients have exhibited two or three stages simultaneously, and these do not always occur in the same order.'"
"You've probably heard these parroted by people around you at some point, or on the telly." John walked over to the board, picking up the chalk and starting to write.
"We'll cover one a week, leaving room for whatever nonsense the island wants to throw at us this summer," he said dryly, putting down the chalk and turning around to face the room.
"So, let's get this wake started, yeah? Name, and why you're here. Go."
But then he'd found the course paperwork mysteriously on his desk, and, well, fuck his life.
This had either Zee or Dee's fingerprints all over it, and he wasn't sure which one would be worse.
(Didi. Didi would be worse, for reasons he didn't like to look too closely at.)
"Right. Wake up, you lot, I know it's summer and it's early but if I have to be here, so do you," he said, sitting on his desk. "M' Constantine, the librarian, for those of you that don't know me. Con-stan-teen, thank you very much, not Con-stant-tyne."
LUCIFER.
"So. Welcome to 'The Memory of Living,' which is pretentious as fuck, but I didn't choose it. We'll be looking at the Kübler-Ross model of grief, often referred to as the 'five stages.'"
"Swiss-American psychiatrist Elisabeth Kübler-Ross originally developed stages to describe the process patients with terminal illness go through as they come to terms with their own deaths; it was later applied to grieving friends and family as well, tho that was never her original intent. She noted, 'Most of my patients have exhibited two or three stages simultaneously, and these do not always occur in the same order.'"
"You've probably heard these parroted by people around you at some point, or on the telly." John walked over to the board, picking up the chalk and starting to write.
Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance
"We'll cover one a week, leaving room for whatever nonsense the island wants to throw at us this summer," he said dryly, putting down the chalk and turning around to face the room.
"So, let's get this wake started, yeah? Name, and why you're here. Go."
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You know, in case anyone had missed from her expression and body language how Not About This Life she was.
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Look, it wasn't that he was dedicated to addictions, it was just that anything was better than talking about feelings.
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