Giles had already pulled himself into his seat and was scribbling in his writing journal. He hated feeling rushed for the journal assignment that was done at the start of every class. He knew it wasn't graded for completeness or even content, but he hated leaving a story half finished.
The creative writing class was his favourite place to be because it often was the one place he wasn't made fun of. No one in the class saw him as anything but another student toiling away in a half-way impossible class.
Even as he wrote, he could sense the presence of something wrong. Doctor Newton was writing on the board, beside the usual Journal phrase. He didn't want to look up at what was being written. It couldn't be good.
When curiosity got the better of him, he blanched in horror: written in big, chalk-white letters was the worst phrase ever.
GROUP ASSIGNMENTS
The creative writing class was his favourite place to be because it often was the one place he wasn't made fun of. No one in the class saw him as anything but another student toiling away in a half-way impossible class.
Even as he wrote, he could sense the presence of something wrong. Doctor Newton was writing on the board, beside the usual Journal phrase. He didn't want to look up at what was being written. It couldn't be good.
When curiosity got the better of him, he blanched in horror: written in big, chalk-white letters was the worst phrase ever.
GROUP ASSIGNMENTS
Lou wandered into class ten minutes late, and took the seat closest to the door. No one would be surprised by her tardiness, for someone who did exceptionally well in her classes, she never seemed to take them all that seriously, a fact that could be infuriating to some, though she never let it bother her.
She would take a hit on the journal grade, being as she didn't have much time to get into it before the teacher called for them to stop, when the collective groan at the prospective assignment finally wrung out, she would be one of the few excited about it. She loved creative collaboration, and the thrill of working with a new person! She waited with bated breath to find out who her assigned group members would be.
She would take a hit on the journal grade, being as she didn't have much time to get into it before the teacher called for them to stop, when the collective groan at the prospective assignment finally wrung out, she would be one of the few excited about it. She loved creative collaboration, and the thrill of working with a new person! She waited with bated breath to find out who her assigned group members would be.
Doctor Newton smiled and clapped his hands together, "I've already got groups of three together and one group of two. Unfortunately while I normally had a number that is easily divisible by three, this year we didn't get a full class. If you want to come up and get your group names and the number you'll take - you can see the numbers on the wall. I've done this assignment every year, and I don't plan on stopping!"
He waited while everyone came up to the front, trying to get to the assignment names. Giles didn't move. He knew it was futile to race against the mass of students who were surging forward. Instead he took the time to pack up his things. He didn't want to have to take forever getting to his number and his group.
Doctor Newton spared him the indignity of being last and came over, handing him a paper with his name, "Giles, I've paired you up with Guadalupe. Your number is in the front corner. I suspect that you'll like this."
While Giles began to limp over to the corner, he looked at the paper. Horror re-writes of fairytales, with an emphasis on cliche. He rolled his eye, this was the worst assignment ever. He pulled himself up into a chair, watching the students assemble themselves, waiting for his partner.
He waited while everyone came up to the front, trying to get to the assignment names. Giles didn't move. He knew it was futile to race against the mass of students who were surging forward. Instead he took the time to pack up his things. He didn't want to have to take forever getting to his number and his group.
Doctor Newton spared him the indignity of being last and came over, handing him a paper with his name, "Giles, I've paired you up with Guadalupe. Your number is in the front corner. I suspect that you'll like this."
While Giles began to limp over to the corner, he looked at the paper. Horror re-writes of fairytales, with an emphasis on cliche. He rolled his eye, this was the worst assignment ever. He pulled himself up into a chair, watching the students assemble themselves, waiting for his partner.
Lou went up with the rest o them, and waited forever to find out her assignment and partner, not patient enough to wait at her table like Giles had.
When she had it, she flounced happily over to his table, and dropped into the appropriate chair enthusiastically. She was apparently the chatty type,because once her mouth opened it just wouldn't shut. "Hey there half pint, I'm Lou. Sorry, I shouldn't have called you that, that was insensitive wasn't it? It was. I'm sorry, I got carried away. I'm really excited about our project, it think it's going to rock, how do you feel about little red riding hood? I think t would be a great one to start with, sorry.. what's your name again?" She finally stopped for breath.
When she had it, she flounced happily over to his table, and dropped into the appropriate chair enthusiastically. She was apparently the chatty type,because once her mouth opened it just wouldn't shut. "Hey there half pint, I'm Lou. Sorry, I shouldn't have called you that, that was insensitive wasn't it? It was. I'm sorry, I got carried away. I'm really excited about our project, it think it's going to rock, how do you feel about little red riding hood? I think t would be a great one to start with, sorry.. what's your name again?" She finally stopped for breath.
Giles grunted in annoyance at Lou's insult. she might not have meant anything by it, but it still stung. He listened to her, but he was overlooking the rest of his assignment.
Create in a Medium unfamiliar to any group members. I have checked out the majors of every student. Drama students are not allowed to write plays; art students are not allowed to write illustrated childrens books; film students are not allowed to write screenplays.
He groaned again, "I'm Giles." He didn't want to encourage friendship with her.
Create in a Medium unfamiliar to any group members. I have checked out the majors of every student. Drama students are not allowed to write plays; art students are not allowed to write illustrated childrens books; film students are not allowed to write screenplays.
He groaned again, "I'm Giles." He didn't want to encourage friendship with her.
Lou was thrilled with the assignmment as she red further, it was always exciting to branch out of ones comfort level, and it had her brain just ticking with possibilities.
Not at all deterred by Giles' annoyance with her, possibly not even realizing, she continued to chat. "What is your major? Did you have any ideas? Mine is Art, so we can't go that route."
Not at all deterred by Giles' annoyance with her, possibly not even realizing, she continued to chat. "What is your major? Did you have any ideas? Mine is Art, so we can't go that route."
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