( Students You Don't Know, But Should: Ed Scissorhands )

{backdated, merely for linky historical purposes, etc.}

After realizing in Journalism that he'd finished his final project not only on time, but several hours before it was actually due, Xander took a moment to recover from the heart palpitations, then headed off to Investigators' Club.

Journalism class final project is assigned.

We had to write about our predictions for the student elections, for Journalism. Then we got to gossip. For credit! I may love this teacher. I also may have said something about sleeping with Faith. Uh, someone else sleeping with Faith. That I heard about. Somewhere.

Hit Study Hall and... um. Marty was apparently bitten by a gremlin. Either that ( Read more... )

Tried the coffee in Journalism today. I... yeah. I know. Look, everybody has their Moments of Stupid.

Did manage to score some free Twinkies in Music, though. Rock!

We screwed around with magic balls used these weird orb thingies in Magic class today. Chiana got stuck in her dream and really freaked out. Note to self: avoid weird orb thingies that show you your worst nightmares. Only bad can come of this.

In Journalism, we got to ask Spider questions and then make up a headline based on what he told us. Note ( Read more... )

No Journalism class today. I totally, totally stayed and studied for the entire class period. Nodnodnod.

Got an e-mail from Broots, who lives across the hall. Headed over to his room, and though it seemed at first like he wanted to pump me shut up for information about the roomie, we somehow ended up talking about Buffy, the Invisible Woman, and ( Read more... )

Came home after the weekend to find someone had utterly trashed the room -- but only Angelus' stuff.

.... uh. Good on ya?

And the school's banned all weapons, apparently. Which I'd probably care about if I carried any. A fact I should've learned from the exploding pants incident. In Journalism, we talked about the new gossip rag, which... not ( Read more... )

I am t3h sMrT, obviously, as I read the sign and did not drink the Journalism coffee. Also, WTF? How the hell did I get the highest score in my class? Maybe it's something to do with me being a seniorish person taking freshman level courses? there's something to be said for this "Showing up" thing after all.

Also, His Assholiness dumped flowers on ( Read more... )

Did the Name, rank, serial number and favorite imaginary instrument thing in Music class today. In Journalism, my pants almost exploded. Except for the part where I wasn't ... ok, 'packing heat' is so not going to be the phrase of choice here.