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."

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.]

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]

"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]

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!]

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. )

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. )

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) )

"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? )

"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! )

"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))

"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'. )

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, )

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!).))