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11 March 2011 @ 09:55 pm
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01 February 2011 @ 12:05 am
My, what a fascinating start.
Now then, as we are all currently as aware as we can be of all the rules, expectations, and standards to which we will be held, I suppose it would not hurt for all of us to get to know each other better.
To ensure this remains simple, I have kept their copy of the prior "Biography Poem Template" and made minor modifications where I saw fit. You will be expected to finish these sentences in ways that most accurately describe your feelings. Once you have completed it, please post it for the rest of the students to read.
The template is as follows:
Line 1: Your Name
Line 2: Child of [please insert your own commentary regarding your own origins.]
Line 3: Who enjoys [something, I assume.]
Line 4: Who loves [whatever you wish, but please refrain from speculation whether such things return your love.1]
Line 5: Who despises [whatever you wish. Please feel free to make it myself or other students.]
Line 6a: Who wishes [whatever you wish, but please don't write 'to go home' as that is a very boring answer. For those who may insist on writing 'to go home' regardless of what I have written, please see Line 6a. The rest of you may proceed to Line 7.]
Line 6b: Who after theoretically returning home would wish [something other than 'to go home' as inevitably listed in Line 6a.]
Line 7: Who wants to meet [a person, living or dead. Existing or nonexistent. The only stipulation is you cannot have met them.]
Line 8: Who feels frightened by [the thing which scares you.]
Line 9: Who dreams of [the dreams you have when you lay yourself to sleep.]
Line 10: Who is determined to [insert something of value in this spot, please.]
Line 11: Who values [something superficial, perhaps.]
Line 12: Who is proud [of something that is worth being proud of one would hope.]
Line 13: Who lived [wherever you lived previously.]
Line 14: Who now lives [wherever you live at present.]
Line 15: [Normally, in this line, you would repeat your name. Please consider this your opportunity not to be constrained by the simple limitations of this pathetic excuse for a poetry template.]
You should find yourself with something that resembles:
Mr. Michaelis
Child of perhaps the Myriad Creatures2
Who enjoys things which should not be printed here
Who loves anything of the feline persuasion
Who despises those who insist upon wasting his time and cannot be bothered to do their jobs properly
Who wishes something resembling value will come from our mutual experiences
Who wants to meet anything that possesses even a shred of common sense
Who feels frightened by the prospect of being held behind so long he'd be unable to prepare a proper dinner on time. What could be worse than that? I am afraid I cannot think of many things... ah, well, I believe I can find something quite close. Perhaps if there were no cats...? No, I do not wish to entertain that thought any longer3
Who dreams of nothing
Who is determined to leave this to your speculation
Who values aesthetics most of all
Who is proud of few things
Who lived within Our England during the Victorian Era
Who now lives with another student4
I do not feel compelled to answer Line 15. However, I ask that you answer Line 15. Perhaps you will surprise us all with your meaningful contribution.
Additionally, please answer the following questions once you have completed the above:
Those of you at a middle school level of education are also encouraged to participate.
Those of you who are not in school but who feel left out may also participate provided you adhere to the guidelines.
I look forward to your potentially meaningful contributions.
Sincerely,
Mr. Michaelis
Head Teacher
New Moore Educational Institutions
1 I have no desire to subject myself to such a criminal misuse of time.5
2 This is not entirely correct. However, I suppose it is the closest we can come.
3 How terrible... what a depressing and terrifying thought. I never should have entertained it. Perhaps once this is finished, I will look for her outside...
4 I, ah... even for me, this feels somewhat illicit.
5 One child comes to mind, although I suppose he is far too preoccupied with lies and an obsessive separation anxiety to speak so openly.
Now then, as we are all currently as aware as we can be of all the rules, expectations, and standards to which we will be held, I suppose it would not hurt for all of us to get to know each other better.
To ensure this remains simple, I have kept their copy of the prior "Biography Poem Template" and made minor modifications where I saw fit. You will be expected to finish these sentences in ways that most accurately describe your feelings. Once you have completed it, please post it for the rest of the students to read.
The template is as follows:
Line 1: Your Name
Line 2: Child of [please insert your own commentary regarding your own origins.]
Line 3: Who enjoys [something, I assume.]
Line 4: Who loves [whatever you wish, but please refrain from speculation whether such things return your love.1]
Line 5: Who despises [whatever you wish. Please feel free to make it myself or other students.]
Line 6a: Who wishes [whatever you wish, but please don't write 'to go home' as that is a very boring answer. For those who may insist on writing 'to go home' regardless of what I have written, please see Line 6a. The rest of you may proceed to Line 7.]
Line 6b: Who after theoretically returning home would wish [something other than 'to go home' as inevitably listed in Line 6a.]
Line 7: Who wants to meet [a person, living or dead. Existing or nonexistent. The only stipulation is you cannot have met them.]
Line 8: Who feels frightened by [the thing which scares you.]
Line 9: Who dreams of [the dreams you have when you lay yourself to sleep.]
Line 10: Who is determined to [insert something of value in this spot, please.]
Line 11: Who values [something superficial, perhaps.]
Line 12: Who is proud [of something that is worth being proud of one would hope.]
Line 13: Who lived [wherever you lived previously.]
Line 14: Who now lives [wherever you live at present.]
Line 15: [Normally, in this line, you would repeat your name. Please consider this your opportunity not to be constrained by the simple limitations of this pathetic excuse for a poetry template.]
You should find yourself with something that resembles:
Mr. Michaelis
Child of perhaps the Myriad Creatures2
Who enjoys things which should not be printed here
Who loves anything of the feline persuasion
Who despises those who insist upon wasting his time and cannot be bothered to do their jobs properly
Who wishes something resembling value will come from our mutual experiences
Who wants to meet anything that possesses even a shred of common sense
Who feels frightened by the prospect of being held behind so long he'd be unable to prepare a proper dinner on time. What could be worse than that? I am afraid I cannot think of many things... ah, well, I believe I can find something quite close. Perhaps if there were no cats...? No, I do not wish to entertain that thought any longer3
Who dreams of nothing
Who is determined to leave this to your speculation
Who values aesthetics most of all
Who is proud of few things
Who lived within Our England during the Victorian Era
Who now lives with another student4
I do not feel compelled to answer Line 15. However, I ask that you answer Line 15. Perhaps you will surprise us all with your meaningful contribution.
Additionally, please answer the following questions once you have completed the above:
1.) I believe my best quality is:
2.) In my spare time, I like to:
3.) My feelings on the Consent Form are:
4.) The thing that terrifies me most is:
5.) My favourite food is:
6.) My least favourite food is:
7.) I would like to get better at:
8.) My friends would say I am:
9.) I surround myself with friends who:
10.) When I'm feeling upset, I:
Those of you at a middle school level of education are also encouraged to participate.
Those of you who are not in school but who feel left out may also participate provided you adhere to the guidelines.
I look forward to your potentially meaningful contributions.
Sincerely,
Mr. Michaelis
Head Teacher
New Moore Educational Institutions
1 I have no desire to subject myself to such a criminal misuse of time.5
2 This is not entirely correct. However, I suppose it is the closest we can come.
3 How terrible... what a depressing and terrifying thought. I never should have entertained it. Perhaps once this is finished, I will look for her outside...
4 I, ah... even for me, this feels somewhat illicit.
5 One child comes to mind, although I suppose he is far too preoccupied with lies and an obsessive separation anxiety to speak so openly.
mood: 
enlightened
enlightened30 January 2011 @ 07:55 pm
Dear High School Students, Surrogate Family Members, or Guardians:
With this letter I extend my deepest regards to all of you -– but I must admit I especially send these regards to the students, whose delightful presences I will find myself in presently.
My name is Sebastian Michaelis. Effective Monday, I will be responsible for many educational experiences of which students will find themselves intimately aware. Children at a Middle School level of education are already familiar with me, as that is where I started.
Prior to my employment with New Moore's limited educational institutions, my teaching credentials included but were not limited to: the private tutelage of a very small and somewhat bratty child who found fault with my methods of teaching. When it came time to agree to disagree, I am afraid he had trouble seeing the best option in that scenario was not, in fact, to continue disagreeing with me. I am pleased to report that at the end of many long sessions, education prevailed.
My hobbies include dusting, cooking, ironing, re-arranging, decorating, and looking at cats fondly from windows, as I rarely have time to go out to greet them myself. I enjoy speaking dead languages, felines of every variety, and several things I must note would be of no interest to you.
My teaching philosophy is that each student is unique. However, in a classroom setting, each very special and uniquely-not-unique student will be expected to conform to a set of very specific rules which I have no interest in disclosing within this letter, as half the fun in learning is the process of discovery. They will find out soon enough.
I feel one of my jobs as a teacher is to administer proper discipline to help students better suppress their stubborn individuality during circumstances where it would behoove them not to act against authority figures. I believe in hands-on experiences, learning creatively, and certain strict no-tolerance policies.
I will be working jointly with Mr. Kotaro, who I am aware is having everyone address him as "Katsura-sensei," as no other name will do. Please disregard everything he may or may not have already said about your education and what is best for you. I am certain he has no idea what he is talking about, even if it is regarding a subject on which he by all means should be knowledgeable.
Attached you will find a list of requirements each student will need immediately when we begin classes. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me.
I am looking forward to interacting with all of you. I expect this year will be full of enlightenments similar to those of the past year and the year before that.
With warm blessings,
Sebastian Michaelis
Head Teacher
New Moore Educational Institutions
( Attachment #1 )
( Attachment #2 )
With this letter I extend my deepest regards to all of you -– but I must admit I especially send these regards to the students, whose delightful presences I will find myself in presently.
My name is Sebastian Michaelis. Effective Monday, I will be responsible for many educational experiences of which students will find themselves intimately aware. Children at a Middle School level of education are already familiar with me, as that is where I started.
Prior to my employment with New Moore's limited educational institutions, my teaching credentials included but were not limited to: the private tutelage of a very small and somewhat bratty child who found fault with my methods of teaching. When it came time to agree to disagree, I am afraid he had trouble seeing the best option in that scenario was not, in fact, to continue disagreeing with me. I am pleased to report that at the end of many long sessions, education prevailed.
My hobbies include dusting, cooking, ironing, re-arranging, decorating, and looking at cats fondly from windows, as I rarely have time to go out to greet them myself. I enjoy speaking dead languages, felines of every variety, and several things I must note would be of no interest to you.
My teaching philosophy is that each student is unique. However, in a classroom setting, each very special and uniquely-not-unique student will be expected to conform to a set of very specific rules which I have no interest in disclosing within this letter, as half the fun in learning is the process of discovery. They will find out soon enough.
I feel one of my jobs as a teacher is to administer proper discipline to help students better suppress their stubborn individuality during circumstances where it would behoove them not to act against authority figures. I believe in hands-on experiences, learning creatively, and certain strict no-tolerance policies.
I will be working jointly with Mr. Kotaro, who I am aware is having everyone address him as "Katsura-sensei," as no other name will do. Please disregard everything he may or may not have already said about your education and what is best for you. I am certain he has no idea what he is talking about, even if it is regarding a subject on which he by all means should be knowledgeable.
Attached you will find a list of requirements each student will need immediately when we begin classes. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me.
I am looking forward to interacting with all of you. I expect this year will be full of enlightenments similar to those of the past year and the year before that.
With warm blessings,
Sebastian Michaelis
Head Teacher
New Moore Educational Institutions
( Attachment #1 )
( Attachment #2 )
mood: hopeful and blessed
hopeful and blessed09 January 2011 @ 01:03 am
| 'Cause we're workin' backwards, in case you forgot. I was gonna write "How To Not Randomly Kiss Some Strangers" and "What Baby Seals Ain't Interested In", but I spilled on that draft. Why not write it on a computer, you'd ask if you gave a shit. I'd answer 'cause it's easier to write out instead of type up and all the coffee got everywhere and it looks like this:  So you're gonna get this before my deadline: |
pretty damn suspicious people; do the police even work here?
| We're gonna find out 'bout these suspicious people inna couple spaces, 'cause I can't figure out how to make the huge space go away. Gonna say I put it there on purpose. Adds suspense. |
 Name's Katsurapper or somethin'. | Every time you talk to this guy he doesn't make any fuckin' sense. Pretty sure he's got some weirdo training thing going on kinda like he's tryin' to form a cult or some kinda mob or shitty rap group or somethin'. If this was anywhere normal this guy couldn't get permission to teach a room full'a fat guinea pigs. |
| So's anybody tried to do anything about this kid yet? You don't gotta kill him or anything. Ain't suggestin' that, 'cause I don't condone killing nobody. Killin' ain't really my thing, you get me? Haha, but seriously I think it'd be doin' everybody a favor if somebody checked this kid out and saved everybody a headache. |  Kinda looks like a tumbleweed. |
 Oh yeah 'cause that's totally the face of the guy I want operating on me. |
They call this guy a doctor. Know what? Looked into the hospitals here and they haven't heard of this guy. Last I checked, which was the last time I was in a fuckin' hospital before I ended up on this shitty equivalent of a five-year-old's drawing of a paradise island as opposed to a real paradise island, YOU'VE GOTTA BE LICENSED TO PRACTICE MEDICINE IN ORDER TO LEGALLY CALL YOURSELF A DOCTOR. How the hell is this even legal?! |
| Completely competent face of a guy who I'm gonna trust with my health. Fuck that. |
 Dr. Quack Malpractice # 2 |
 WHOA BACK UP WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON |
I wasn't gonna say anything 'bout this guy, but I saw him down at the school. He waited 'til all the brats were out then went in. That part ain't suspicious, 'cause that's what I'd do. Asked 'bout him after he left. He's gonna be a teacher or something. Makes me nervous the way he was eying one'a those kids. Makes me even more nervous the way he messes with cats. They really wanna guy like this teaching in a public school system? Saw this same guy make a statue outta condiment packets. |
| So here's this guy who's probably behind all this shit and drug-related bullshit, but puts a front about it and the nature of the business changes every fucking time you walk by the shop. Ain't gonna name this guy, but I got it on good authority he kinda looks like this. If you know his name, I ain't stoppin' you from sayin' it. Employs all kinds of weird people too. He's got a sister or somethin' like it, I dunno. Kinda creepy if you ask me. I mean if you're always hangin' around your sister. I love my sister and all that shit; I ain't afraid to say it. She's decent -- uh, I guess she's decent to everybody else, probably, 'cause she's kinda a hag to me sometimes -- and I like to spend time with her. But uh, I definitely don't treat my sister like that. Don't think anybody treats their sister like that. |
 This asshole. |
 Blocked the face offa that kid to protect the innocent. |
Dunno what's with this girl. She's cute and looks legal and like she'd probably be able to land a decent boyfriend, but she hangs around with her brother or whatever. That Chinese guy who runs the messed up drug operation or puppy operation or crate operation or whatever the fuck operation it is today. Saw her imitating a cactus and makin' sound effects they ain't supposed to make. |
Yeah right. Like I'm gonna fuckin' believe that. Everybody knows that ain't a boy's name, so I'm gonna say that's probably a pseudonym and this guy's up to suspicious shit. Only thing suspicious is him sayin' he's 24. Uh, other than that I guess he's all right. |
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 Her name's Hannah, if that kid screaming on the network's any indication. |
More reasons why Hanna ain't a boy's name and that guy above this entry's up to suspicious shit. I ain't gonna say anything 'bout her situation 'cause it ain't my place to say shit when I don't got any facts, but it's a damn shame there's a pretty lady like that who gets treated the way she does. |
| 'Cause there's nothin' weird when you're triplets and still dressin' alike when you're over age ten. These guys look like they talk a lot, but I haven't heard 'em. Dunno if it's a language barrier or what, but that Chinese guy talks to 'em like they're dogs. I think they listen, too. |
 The Bobbsey Triplets |
 Hey, any of you guys think this guy's actually... uh, you know what, never mind. |
Speaking of dogs, I think this guy's the type of guy who has a blog about his dog. Ain't really suspicious, but I'm kinda curious if anybody knows what's up with this kid. |
| Yeah, I get it. They like cosplaying countries. It's kinda weird, but ok. Ain't harming nobody. They like to be called by the countries' names. Still ain't harmin' nobody. |  But they seriously expect the rest of us to buy that shit. |
 Uhhhh............ | This kid creeps me out. Ain't just that he's a boy and got pictures taken of himself wearing his maid's outfit or does shit I ain't gonna talk about for that Chinese guy. What's gettin' me is I'm pretty sure there's a book written 'bout this kid by a guy named Nabokov. Surprised he hasn't disappeared and turned up months later dead in the woods somewhere. |
| Don't feel like I gotta explain why he's suspicious more than this. |  What's going on with his face? |
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| Suspicious pink style. Spaces out all the time when you're talkin' to him. Never listens to a damn thing you say, like he's seein' some world other than you. CRASHES YOUR FUCKING CAR. Looks forward to beatin' up on guys who have one arm. Makes about as much sense as the first guy on this list. |  I'd think this guy fakes stupid if I didn't know any better. |
| Feel like I should mention I had another guy to mention. Keeps popping up under every bit of sleuthing I do, like he's attached to everything. Get the impression there's this guy skulking around nobody knows about. I put a name to him but one of the editors told me I had to erase it. Shocked the hell outta me 'cause it was obviously the only word they even paid attention to on this whole fuckin' page. Pretty sure they didn't read this. I'm gonna keep quiet on it 'cause it sounds like that's the only thing that'd make them stop payin' me. I don't wanna end up teaching and there's nowhere else to pretend like I actually got a job on this island in freelance writing. Journalistic integrity says I should put it out there anyway, but you know what? Nobody even fuckin' reads this, so I ain't saying shit. written by Kazuhiko Yukimi |
mood: 
irritated
irritated21 December 2010 @ 02:50 pm
I cannot imagine anyone who would willingly store such cheap food, let alone within these unsightly plastic containers.
mood: disgusted and vaguely ill
disgusted and vaguely ill21 December 2010 @ 01:30 am
To the thieves who so brazenly broke into my private quarters while I was out this morning, and thought it would be "funny" to replace my stolen possessions with these cheap, shoddily-made toys --
I will only say this once:
Return that at once, or suffer the consequences.
I will only say this once:
Return that at once, or suffer the consequences.
music: we lookin for you
mood: you don't have to come&confess
05 December 2010 @ 04:42 am
'Tis pity it ended so soon.
I suppose that is for the best. A master who is so small already cannot afford to be any smaller.
I suppose that is for the best. A master who is so small already cannot afford to be any smaller.
mood: 
thoughtful
thoughtful01 December 2010 @ 10:46 pm
H-hello?
Wh-- who's there?? Show yourself!
...
I don't think I like this game very much..... ... Sh-shall we p-play something else now...?
Wh-- who's there?? Show yourself!
...
I don't think I like this game very much..... ... Sh-shall we p-play something else now...?
mood: 
scared
scared27 November 2010 @ 03:36 pm
That butler would making switching Her Majesty's little monster and his roommate impossible for me.
My honor is dead.
If this insane, backwards place isn't another fever dream or the result of Uncle brewing the wrong kind of leaves into tea again, then I was never a prince. I wasn't even an actor pretending to be a Prince -- I was nothing more than a puppet. I wasn't real. The soldiers I was banished to save were never on their picture-stage so they weren't real, either, and I lost my honor for nothing. Then I sold it for nothing, to a sister who never existed, who I should have known would be trapping me in another lie -- one too big even for her. I guess, if that means Uncle never existed either, that I shouldn't worry about betraying him, or letting him down -- but I'm here, and that was something I did. It's still my fault.
Aaah! None of this makes any sense!
If this insane, backwards place isn't another fever dream or the result of Uncle brewing the wrong kind of leaves into tea again, then I was never a prince. I wasn't even an actor pretending to be a Prince -- I was nothing more than a puppet. I wasn't real. The soldiers I was banished to save were never on their picture-stage so they weren't real, either, and I lost my honor for nothing. Then I sold it for nothing, to a sister who never existed, who I should have known would be trapping me in another lie -- one too big even for her. I guess, if that means Uncle never existed either, that I shouldn't worry about betraying him, or letting him down -- but I'm here, and that was something I did. It's still my fault.
Aaah! None of this makes any sense!