[identity profile] professor-lyman.livejournal.com
"Welcome to your final exam, kids," Josh said with an easy smile as he sat behind his desk and drank his coffee. "Ten minutes each of an instructional speech to newcomers about life in Fandom."

He waved at the video camera. "These are being recorded and I'll be sending the best of them onto Principal Winchester, so...no pressure. It's been great teaching all of you. For those of you heading to college and real life next year, best of luck. Feel free to call me if you need a letter of recommendation or anything."

He pointed at the first student. "Get us started."
[identity profile] professor-lyman.livejournal.com
"Right, well, last week completely blew," Josh began without preface, drinking from his precious, precious mug of coffee. "And next week is your final exam. For that I would like you to prepare a ten minute informational speech for newcomers to the island. Tell them all the things you wish someone had told you, and present it in a way where the person hearing you won't immediately dismiss you as being completely insane."

He leaned back against his desk. "But for today, we're going to do some improv speaking. Stand up, I'll give you a topic and you just get to go without any preparation time. It'll be fun!"

Or a disaster. One of those.
[identity profile] professor-lyman.livejournal.com
Today the students would find computers on each of their desks as they arrived. "Morning," Josh said, clinging to his coffee with more than his usual devotion. "Granted, public speaking is normally out in front of people, sometimes with cameras, but being a public figure extends to all aspects of communication. Today we're going to talk about a very dark, terrifying place: the comment section of a news article. I've learned--" the hard way because Josh was a little bit argumentative in all facets of his life, "not to engage with the crazy, or at least not to engage under your own name. Today you're going to learn your way around a flame war. Actual flames should not be involved, but I will be grading for grammar and punctuation because by God, someone has to."

Each screen opened up onto a news story about President Obama's work with Congress on the federal budget, and an initial comment:

BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH OUR CHILDREN'S MONEY?! WHEN YOU SPREAD THE WHEALTH YOU SPRAD THE MISERY SHAME ON YOU THE US WILL NOT TOREATE A SOCIALIST STATE.

Josh rolled his eyes. "You can start how to spell 'wealth' and 'spread' and what socialism actually is...And when you're done teaching this guy a lesson, Gertrude Yorkes is our press secretary today."
[identity profile] professor-lyman.livejournal.com
The Danger Shop today was set up in a series of cubicles. The only thing to give you a hint that this wasn't just another office was the presence of marble pillars and artwork that should have appeared in a museum (and would again, once the White House was finished borrowing it).

"In the lobby of the West Wing of the White House, and I can't believe I'm giving this speech, President Andrew Jackson had a giant block of cheese," Josh began, "and a cracker the size of Lake Tahoe."

Belatedly he remembered his audience, who might not know who Jackson was and would really think there was a cracker that large.

"Not really about the cracker," he added. "Anyone who was hungry could come in and have some, and talk about the issues of the day with the President, who apparently just hung around eating cheese all day. In that spirit once a year my old Chief of Staff Leo McGarry would make senior White House staff members take meetings with groups who ordinarily wouldn't have the ear of the White House. Today, you will have a similar job: you will be placed with various whack jobs--" Josh was so sensitive, "--and your job is to not call them insane to their faces, even though most of them should probably have their medication increased. And once we're done with that fun, Karla--you're up as press secretary."
[identity profile] professor-lyman.livejournal.com
Today's Danger Shop was full of the bright lights and cameras of a television news show.

"Hi there," Josh said, looking up from where a shop-generated makeup artist was putting foundation on his face. "You guys have gotten pretty good at talking in front of each other, so it's now time to up the stakes." He waved his hand around. "Welcome to television. You're going to get made up and stuffed into appropriate attire and then you'll be on Capitol Beat to talk about the issues of the day--specifically the squirrel news strike. Please try to come up with three coherent points to make and then try to to get a word in edgewise--the other moddable hosts can talk."

He glanced down at his notes. "Oh, and when we're done, our press secretary is Jace Wayland. Congratulations, kid."
[identity profile] professor-lyman.livejournal.com
When the public speaking students arrived at the Danger Shop, they would find the space converted into what was clearly a wedding reception: '80s and '90s dance music playing, kids running between dancers, older folks staring disapprovingly at the appetizers and muttering about how Swedish meatballs had been fancy enough in their day, and a bride and groom off in a corner getting their picture taken.

"Hey there," Josh said. "Today we're going to work on what will probably be a speech each of you will have to give in your lives: the wedding toast. Granted, you will know about having to do that for at least a month in advance, but let's be honest: you're going to be writing it on the back of a napkin in the restroom waiting for the photographer to stop taking pictures of the mother of the bride. I'm going to give you ten minutes and one admittedly fake cocktail to write your speech. To make it more interesting, here's the scenario you have to work with: you haaaaaaaaaaaaaaate the person your best friend is now married to. Plus you've now had that cocktail. Cause a scene, don't, it's entirely up to you."

He smiled a little fiendishly. "Enjoy. Oh, and you press secretaries today are Loki and Sparkle, so that should be fun."
[identity profile] professor-lyman.livejournal.com
"You've had two weeks to prepare a persuasvie speech," Josh said, "and being such dedicated students, I'm sure you worked on them while we were cruising around in Turkey."

No he didn't, but they were still due today. If they weren't ready, well...that's why they'd also been working on their extemporaneous skills.

"Five minutes on something you're passionate about! Try to make us care about it too." He pointed to a random student. "You start."

"And--drum roll please--our press secretary for the day is Kate Bishop."
[identity profile] professor-lyman.livejournal.com
"Good morning," Josh said, sipping from his cup of coffee at the front of the Danger Room, which for the moment was set up as a normal classroom. "Last week was the televised address of the annual State of the Union speech. You get extra credit if you watched it. Come to me after class and mention at least one proposal Obama made to prove it."

He smiled. "My friend Sam's a little busy with his own president at the moment, or else I would have dragged him over here to talk about how a State of the Union is written. It takes months of work, with stakes about as high as you can imagine. There are suggestions from every department in the government, former presidents, notable citizens, White House staff, the president himself...because you can't just send the guy up in front of the entire government and the whole country that's wondering where their Tuesday night dramas went and have him go 'soo....how's everyone doing? Good?'" Josh laughed. "Well, you could, but you would be extremely fired that night."

He glanced back down at his notes. "Your speeches for next week don't have to be nearly as involved. Pick an issue you are particularly passionate about and make a five minute persuavive speech trying to convince the rest of us why we should agree with you. Today, though, we'll work our people skills." He walked over and shifted the Danger Room's climate to look like the insde of a sandwich shop and began counting off the students. "You half will be the workers," he said, handing them super-attractive hairnets. "The other half are the customers. Customers, your job is to make extremely obnoxious requests. Workers, your job is to not kill the customers. After we've done that, Miss Marin, Mr. Ryan, you're up for press secretary duties."
[identity profile] professor-lyman.livejournal.com
"Good morning, class," Josh said, coming in with a box of various gadgets and then signaling for Natalie and Lex if they were there to assist him with two more boxes. "If you've ever been up past your bedtimes, and you're teenagers living relatively unsupervised in a dorm, so of course you have, you've seen various products being shilled on television, aimed at the demographic apparently too stupid to boil water without help."

He waved at the boxes. "I've procured--" made Donna buy, "--a number of these products that will be handed out to you. You'll have ten minutes to examine whatever miraculous marvel you receive and then to come up with a three minute persuasive speech to tell the others in the class how it works and why they can't possibly live without one."

He also held up a bag of buzzers. "To make this more fun, the moment you've lost the audience's attention--even if it's not been three minutes--they will buzz you to sit down. Note how I don't give these out until I'm already done talking. That's called being smart, kids. You have to give back the telemarketing crap at the end of class but the buzzers are yours to keep."

The rest of the faculty will love him for that.

"Oh and...." he ran his finger down the class sheet, "Petra West, come on down. You're our next press secretary."
[identity profile] professor-lyman.livejournal.com
Today they were meeting in the Danger Room, which, after some finessing, had been made to look like a dive bar in Georgetown. Not that Josh had ever spent time hitting on college girls while he was in the White House.

He had hit on grad students. It was much less creepy.

"Hope you worked on being persuasive this last week," he said, "because this is the true test--you have thirty seconds, maybe--to make an impression good enough that the other person isn't going to get bored or annoyed."

That's right folks, you're working on your pick-up lines. Who said class wasn't useful?

"Start up conversations with as many people as possible. Person with the most phone numbers at the end of the time gets extra credit," Josh replied. "You have half of class to do it, and then--" he pounded on the bar in a drumroll imitation, "Natalie Adams is our press secretary today. You are also my TA. Try not to bring shame upon me."
[identity profile] professor-lyman.livejournal.com
"Hey there," Josh said, putting down his coffee to greet the class as they sat down. "We've covered informative speeches. Political speeches--and we'll get to your speeches on political speeches in a minute--cover a weird space between informative speeches and persuasive speeches, and if you're smarter than an eggplant, you can probably guess what our next section is. I'll write it down anyway."

He scrawled "PERSUASIVE SPEECH" on the whiteboard. "There are three ways to persuade people, using ethos: credibility, image, public reputation, perceived expertise; logos: using words and concepts to make your point; and pathos, the manipulation of emotions, feelings, and gut reactions.

"All right," Josh continued. "To use ethos, you must already be an expert in your field in the eyes of your audience. I could lecture credibly on Democratic politics, the executive branch, the legislative branch, and any number of domestic hot button issues. If I tried to convince you about anything related to nuclear physics, you'd laugh me out of the room. Basically ethos is summarized as 'I'm whoever, and I endorse this message', and trusting that who you are is enough to persuade people of how right you are. No one's gonna buy cereal on my say-so, but they might take a second look at a primary candidate I endorse."

He leaned back against his desk. "Logos is using--not shocking--logic to present your arguments. 'I believe this, here are three reasons why you should too.' It's the hardest way to persuade people, but it's also the most permanent. You're teaching people using facts, or at least your facts, since chances are the other side has facts too. Their facts just aren't as good as your facts, and if they are, what the hell are you doing arguing the other side anyway?"

He smiled. "Finally, there's pathos, or using emotions. Scare tactics go here, as do guilt trips. Most of the Republican platform for the last fifteen years has been based entirely in pathos because the Democrats have them on the ropes when it comes to, you know, facts."

He clasped his hands together. "Right then. Next week you're going to have an interactive persuasive speech exercise, and that's all I'm telling you. For now, let's here your speeches about other people's speeches. Oh, and we have two press secretaries today: Jessica Drew and--" he pointed at Maddie, "Skippy there. You're up."
[identity profile] professor-lyman.livejournal.com
"Every January 20th since the 20th Amendment was passed in 1933--" Josh raised his eyebrow, "--because nothing says 'fantastic idea' like swearing a guy in on the steps of the Capitol in January because it's never cold then, we have inaugurated the President of the United States. It's an unbroken ceremony that stretches back to the dawn of our Republic and the significance cannot be overstated. On a planet where elections are rigged, routinely undermined or not held at all, we do this thing where every four years we run two extremely powerful people against each other and the loser goes home. He--because so far it's always been a he--doesn't grab guns and start a coup. He might throw an extremely epic tantrum behind closed doors, but he doesn't leave the country. He doesn't disappear off the face of the Earth in the middle of the night along with his family and is never talked about again. And that, my friends, is worth celebrating. So there's a parade and balls and pomp and circumstance."

He walked between the desks, handing out sheets of paper. "And an inaugural speech. Some--all right, most--are completely forgettable, but it's the first chance a president gets to set the tone of his administration, to address the challenges facing the nation. This one is Abraham Lincoln's second inaugural address, widely regarded as the best address ever given. It's short--Lincoln's speeches generally were--and the context is fairly obvious from the speech. We were finishing up our Civil War and trying to figure out how to put together the pieces of our broken country which for four years had torn itself apart and laid waste to an entire generation of young, and then not so young, men. Many in the North were calling for the South to pay even more heavily than it had, to impose huge restrictions and burdens upon them before they could rejoin the Union.

"Lincoln didn't want to do that. That final paragraph, 'With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations,' is a line that has resonated from more than a hundred years. He was calling us to be better than our need for revenge, our pettiness." Josh shrugged. "And a month later, he became our first president to be assassinated. Because sometimes, and this is important, people are assholes."

He moved back to his desk. "Right then. Next week your assignment is to find a political speech--either from this country or your own--and put together a five minute speech about what parts in it you felt resonated. Examine the language and try to figure out why some speeches soar and some make you fall asleep standing up. Today's assignment, though, was to prepare an informational speech about the last twenty years in your dimension with a visual aid. Wow me."

He glanced up. "Oh, and our press secretary today is Lucrezia Borgia. So yeah, good luck with that."
[identity profile] professor-lyman.livejournal.com
"Good morning," Josh said, sipping from his nice, hot cup of coffee (thank you, Donna Natalie!) as he leaned against his desk at the front of the classroom. "Today we'll get started learning about the basic categories of speeches. I don't mean short or long, or interesting and stupefying, those though certainly are ways to remember speeches. There are four general groupings, with some overlap between categories: informative, persuasive, demonstrative, and special occasion. You can't be very persuasive if you you're not also demonstrating your grasp of information."

He began walking between the aisles as he talked. "An informative speech is basically a lecture. Every class you attend here, I hope, is intended to teach you something."

Or provide entertainment for the teacher, but Josh hadn't seen Jaye again yet.

"An informative speech is different from a how-to speech or a persuasive speech because it is only intended to provide information. You leave it up to your audience to decide for themselves what to do with the information; you're not trying to persuade them to think like you do, nor are you specifically teaching them how to do something. You're only concerned with providing information for your audience on a particular topic.

"Informative speeches are useful as an introduction to some topic that is unfamiliar to your audience, which is why audience research pays off. You wouldn't want to lecture on how a bill becomes a law to members of Congress."

Josh paused. "Well, to their staffs, at least. Some of the members of Congress are amazingly stupid and might not know. Anyway, one of the most important things to include in an informative speech is, of course, information. You will want to do research on facts and statistics, to make that your speech has something interesting to give the audience. Those facts and statistics will probably be best communicated with visual aids, such as charts, graphs, illustrations, and so forth, because providing information both aurally and visually means you have a better chance of people remembering it, but for the love of God, don't subject us all to death by Powerpoint, the Pentagon's favorite legal torture method."

Josh continued to lecture about informative speeches, showing the students how to get their audience involved through asking questions, and providing examples, and warning them about avoiding the pitfalls of seeming like a giant know-it-all by providing too much information.

"President Bartlet enjoyed trivia," he said, "and during debate prep for re-election he would get down into the weeds of specific legislative initiatives that the average voter, frankly, had never heard of. Your goal is to provide information without making your audience feel stupid for not knowing it to begin with or to be so specific their eyes glaze over. So next week, come in with one visual aid and a speech prepared about the last twenty years of history in your home dimension. Your speech should be at least ten minutes long."

"Today, though, we're going to do some audience research through extemporaneous speeches. No need to thank me," he added, walking around with a jar full of pieces of paper. "You each get a topic, then a full minute to think of what you're going to say. You only have to talk for three minutes." He held up a stop watch. "I'll be timing you."

He smiled. "And after that, our press secretary for the day is--" he ran his finger down the attendance sheet, "--Peter Wiggin. Congratulations. And Mr. Luthor, you impressed me so much that you can be my second assistant along with the lovely...." she wouldn't bring him coffee unless he remembered her name, "...Natalie."
[identity profile] professor-lyman.livejournal.com
"Hey there," Josh said, standing behind a rostrum at the front of the room. "I'm Josh Lyman. You may all be suitably impressed now."

Yeah, it never worked in Fandom, but a guy's gotta try, right?

"Before I returned in glory to Fandom High School to teach you fine students, I was the Chief of Staff to President Matt Santos," he continued, "and before that I was the deputy chief of Staff for President Josiah Bartlet, and before that, I worked for various House and Senate members on the Hill. And before that, I got degrees from Harvard and Yale."

Be impressed, dammit!

"And in all of those places the ability to be articulate in front of large groups was absolutely crucial," Josh added. "If you can't make your point in a way people'll remember, there's no point in you even being in the room. This class will teach you how to be remembered."

He reached onto the shelf on the rostrum and pulled out a bullhorn, then tossed it to the nearest student. "And the first part of being remembered is making a good first impression. You each have fifteen seconds to get me to remember your name. Go."
[identity profile] marsheadtilt.livejournal.com
When the students entered, instead of their normal perky blonde teacher, they would find a different perky blonde teacher. And raspberry bars.

Once everyone arrived, Veronica introduced herself. "Hi. For those of you that don't know me, I'm Veronica Mars. Miss Upland had an emergency off the island, so I'm filling in today. I have your rough drafts to return and you're supposed to spend today polishing them up since next week is the last meeting and you'll give your speeches."

She was kind of thinking about coming to listen to them, because it could be entertaining.

"If you need any help, let me know."
[identity profile] veryverypopular.livejournal.com
There were no cookies this week.

And Glinda looked kind of upset.

"Since none of you gave me speech topics, I am very much looking forward to today," she said, not sounding at all like Minsc, shush impressed. "Since your rough drafts are due as of right now."

She clapped her hands. "Pair up among yourselves and read through them! Make sure you give honest critiques! Anyone goofing off can expect to speak to me in my office! Make it happen!"

[OCD up shortly is now up. Oh yes, you are all on Glinda's bad side. Ping me in the OOC thread if you're willing to have your character serve a detention with her. Also, SP after noon EST to be expected please, as my parents are visiting for the day.]
[identity profile] veryverypopular.livejournal.com
Glinda looked like the cat who swallowed the canary this afternoon, and the students had frosted pineapple cookies to snack on with their lemonade today.

"Welcome," she said, once everyone had settled in. "I'd like to apologize for last week's class. I hope no one was too inconvenienced by it. If you look at your syllabus, you'll see that last week we should have covered outlining a speech." She began to pass around a handout. "Because I don't believe that you want to listen to two lectures in one day, read this instead. Now then, public speaking occasions that everyone should prepare for!"

Glinda put far too much thought into this one class. )
[OCD up shortly, SP to be expected for parts of today as a heads up not to be expected until this afternoon]
[identity profile] veryverypopular.livejournal.com
"Good afternoon everyone!" Glinda had apparently decided that the weather called for pink, even though she had handwavily informed everyone that class would be in the Danger Room. "I hope you don't mind, but I found a video on the Internet that will cover this week's topic: how to most effectively use your voice in public speaking situations!" She gestured towards the chairs and the table of - you guessed it - lemonade and cookies. This week the cookies were chocolate-dipped coconut macaroons.

"And before we begin," she continued, "I want to let you naughty scamps know that I still haven't heard what anyone wants to use as a speech topic! You need to let me know by the end of class or I will be assigning topics. Now. Let's get started."

Glinda cued up the video... and then promptly had a horrified look on her face.

[OCD will be up shortly, and as an FYI SP is the name of my game today]
[identity profile] veryverypopular.livejournal.com
Class was held on the lawn by the cabins. White folding chairs were set up in a half-circle, and a table in the middle had a plate of white chocolate macadamia nut cookies, a pitcher of pink lemonade, and cups and napkins. Glinda, meanwhile, stood behind the table.

"Good afternoon!" she chirped. "As you sign in, please take some lemonade and a cookie or two, and then find a seat."

Once everyone arrived, had gotten their sweets, and were settled, she continued. "Welcome, one and all. I am Miss Glinda Upland, and I will be your teacher for this workshop." She walked around the group, handing out the syllabus.

"Over the next six weeks, we will discuss the basics of public speaking, such as how to best use your voice, situations to be prepared for, and, of course, the mechanics of writing the speech. As you will see from looking at your syllabus, your final exam is a speech on a topic of your choice. Should you be unsure of a topic you'd want to speak about, I have made a few suggestions on pieces of paper, and put them into this basket." She picked the aforementioned object off the ground and placed it on the table. "Now then, let's get started with introductions, shall we?"

[OCD is coming up! Have at it!]
[identity profile] trashmouth7.livejournal.com
Richie looked like hell. He may have been in stasis for years, but he had come out the way he went in--still recovering from some nasty burns and smoke inhalation, and definitely in a foul mood. "I'm sure you've all had an awful week, as have I. Today, we were going to talk about faux-outrage, and how it's easy to whip people up into an angry frenzy if you speak quickly and angrily enough."

So, clowns changed my plans. )
[identity profile] trashmouth7.livejournal.com
Richie did not look well. "Alright, I'm going to plagarize borrow an idea from one of my coworkers today."

And don't complain, there isn't a real midterm. )
[identity profile] trashmouth7.livejournal.com
Richie was heavily caffinated and possibly vibrating in his seat. As soon as everyone was in class, he jumped up.

"So, I've spent the past two days waiting for my shoes to come back to life and try and kill me, and then I spent yesterday singing about it. I'm pretty sure there's something strange going on." He paused. "And if there isn't, I'm going to be so pissed that I've been walking outside in socks."
Faking it! (OMG not dirty) )
[identity profile] trashmouth7.livejournal.com
"Good morning everyone," Richie said as soon as everyone had taken a seat. "So, despite the name of my class insisting that public speaking isn't all about funny voices, a lot of times, it's really helpful."

Guess who figured out how to YouTube this weekend? )
[identity profile] trashmouth7.livejournal.com
"Good morning everyone," Richie said with a totally not evil grin. "I hope you're all ready for the weekend. Off the theme of Valentine's Day, a day I'm sure will result in many, many inappropriate and funny situations, we're going to talk about defamation."

Yay! )
[identity profile] trashmouth7.livejournal.com
"All right class, I feel like I'm going to either vomit or pass out, so today we're watching a movie."

"Big Furry Evil.It's a monster movie. About a kid who turns into a werewolf. No one in this class is a werewolf, I hope. And this is a fake movie, anyhow."

Richie pushes play before passing out on his desk.


((OOC- Yeah, not feeling well. Sorry))
[identity profile] trashmouth7.livejournal.com
"All right," said Richie once the class had arrived, "quick show of hands, who either went, or witnessed someone who went, crazy this weekend?" His own hand went up, and while the look on his face was trying to be a smile, it was more like a grimmace of pain. Painful pain.

So this week, we're going to address the topic of 'too soon'. )
[identity profile] trashmouth7.livejournal.com
Richie was waiting at his desk when everyone arrived, working his way through an insanely large coffee. There was a very large box of Twinkies on the front of the desk.

"Good morning," he said with a grin. "If anyone wants a Twinkie, grab one when you sign in. I, um, bought a lot of junk food this weekend, and I can't look at it anymore."

This week, we're going to talk about interviewing, )
[identity profile] trashmouth7.livejournal.com
Richie was sitting in the classroom, waiting for his class to arrive. He had coffee, a stack of papers, and a slightly-disturbing grin. When he figured that most of the class had arrived, he stood up. "Good morning, I'm Rich Tozier, and welcome to Public Speaking," he says. "I'll answer to either name, or, I guess, Professor, but call me 'Dick,' and you'll be riding shotgun on my squirrel safari."

"Here's the syllabus, which I'm sure you're all just dying to read, and if anyone is interested in being a TA for this class, the position is still wide open, talk to me after class. And, since I'm relatively sure most of you have at least attended a class before, we're going to start with something typical-- an introduction. I want name[s], hometown, any experience in public speaking, and favorite band or singer. And one interesting thing about yourself, if you have anything interesting to say." The maniacal grin returned. "But, since this is a public-speaking class, I want you to say this at the front of the room, in front of the whole class. Audience, feel free to heckle or question. Politely, though, since it's the first day. No projectiles." He gave this a moment to sink in.

Richie laughed. "I swear, I'm not actually evil. I just want to see where you're all at and I have no experience teaching, so hopefully you're at low levels. I'll even go first. I'm Rich Tozier, also known as 'Records' Tozier and up until recently I was working as a radio personality-slash-DJ in LA. Man of a thousand Voices and amazing musical tastes, that's me. I'm sure you've all heard of me, though. Now it's time for you."

((OOC- There will be ARE OCD threads, promise. Seriously, though. Feel free to heckle/question Richie, your classmates, yourselves (Politely!).))

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