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Fandom Radio, Friday, September 20, 2014
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sith_happenedThis is Anakin Skywalker and apparently I'm doing radio now.
*chittering*
No, I don't really believe you missed me. But students, this is your only warning that whatever you get up to on Thursdays will be reported by me for all of your friends to hear and for me to give you detention over, so behave accordingly.
In classes, Friendship and Baking began with a party that covered everyone in glitter because, well, that's something Pinkie Pie would do. Sorry Derek. Students will probably be dripping glitter all over the dorms for the rest of the week if they were in that class, but at least they got cookies. My class was productive, both in learning about my students' abilities in meditation and self-defense and then in the always good "expending energy through punching inanimate objects" approach to stress relief.
*nervous chittering*
I'm not going to hit you but if you keep sidling toward my coffee, we're not going to be friends. Finally, Navaan began her Creative Writing course with two important lessons: don't be an idiot and have a good name. I agree wholeheartedly with both things, which may be the only time I ever agree with Navaan on anything, so mark this day down. Students told her their preferred genre of writing and their new fake names, and Anders seemed interested in becoming her TA again. Anders may be a glutton for punishment. Constantine was yelling at his jar of ghosts in the library and let's all nod along and pretend that made sense. Isabelle stopped in and asked about the jars because really, if you're yelling at a jar, expect someone to ask about it, and then she got a lesson in something called L-Space. Electroclash was having a quiet day in her office. Maybe she should've tried yelling at a jar.
In the dorms, Gwen ended up with far too many pizzas in the fourth floor common room, which is not exactly a problem, especially when you're dealing with teenagers who have black holes for stomachs.
...not literally. If you literally have a black hole for a stomach, head to the clinic. Johnny was grateful to see the free food and he and Gwen tried to figure out why there were so many when she'd only ordered the one. They decided on either an isolated rain of pizza or the pizza guy being really lazy. Given the number of steps between the pizza place and the dorms, I'm going with lazy. Rapunzel wanted to know what kind of weird stuff Gwen had already learned about--rain of pizza would be a good one--and Johnny made sure that Rapunzel knew he's a superhero. So I'm going out on a limb and guessing he's not keeping a secret identity up.
And that's all I've got. Town was quiet. Don't get into any trouble this weekend, or if you do make sure it's something I don't hear about.
*chittering*
No, I don't really believe you missed me. But students, this is your only warning that whatever you get up to on Thursdays will be reported by me for all of your friends to hear and for me to give you detention over, so behave accordingly.
In classes, Friendship and Baking began with a party that covered everyone in glitter because, well, that's something Pinkie Pie would do. Sorry Derek. Students will probably be dripping glitter all over the dorms for the rest of the week if they were in that class, but at least they got cookies. My class was productive, both in learning about my students' abilities in meditation and self-defense and then in the always good "expending energy through punching inanimate objects" approach to stress relief.
*nervous chittering*
I'm not going to hit you but if you keep sidling toward my coffee, we're not going to be friends. Finally, Navaan began her Creative Writing course with two important lessons: don't be an idiot and have a good name. I agree wholeheartedly with both things, which may be the only time I ever agree with Navaan on anything, so mark this day down. Students told her their preferred genre of writing and their new fake names, and Anders seemed interested in becoming her TA again. Anders may be a glutton for punishment. Constantine was yelling at his jar of ghosts in the library and let's all nod along and pretend that made sense. Isabelle stopped in and asked about the jars because really, if you're yelling at a jar, expect someone to ask about it, and then she got a lesson in something called L-Space. Electroclash was having a quiet day in her office. Maybe she should've tried yelling at a jar.
In the dorms, Gwen ended up with far too many pizzas in the fourth floor common room, which is not exactly a problem, especially when you're dealing with teenagers who have black holes for stomachs.
...not literally. If you literally have a black hole for a stomach, head to the clinic. Johnny was grateful to see the free food and he and Gwen tried to figure out why there were so many when she'd only ordered the one. They decided on either an isolated rain of pizza or the pizza guy being really lazy. Given the number of steps between the pizza place and the dorms, I'm going with lazy. Rapunzel wanted to know what kind of weird stuff Gwen had already learned about--rain of pizza would be a good one--and Johnny made sure that Rapunzel knew he's a superhero. So I'm going out on a limb and guessing he's not keeping a secret identity up.
And that's all I've got. Town was quiet. Don't get into any trouble this weekend, or if you do make sure it's something I don't hear about.