In my classroom, I am the law

His grades had been submitted.

The last of his stuff had been crammed into his car.

Toby, with only a little bit of grumbling (for him, anyway), had given Josh a spot on his couch until the tenants in Josh's townhouse moved out.

There was nothing left to be done in Fandom except say goodbye.

Which was why Josh wasn't leaving quite yet.

[OOC: Last post, omg.]

Gone for Good - The Shins

Josh? Delaying the inevitable?

Damn right.

He had three messages from Congressman Santos stacked in front of him, a giant mug of coffee, poll numbers for the likely Democratic candidates in New Hampshire for '09 and a box of speeches to read through.

He'd made his decision.

He just didn't want to tell anyone.

[ooc: House door is totally knockable.]

Josh and Sam were in Josh's office, doing Terribly Important Things.

Namely, eating chips and watching college football.

It was like holding office hours, but way more fun.

The door was open.

Josh was catching up on radio.

Josh was hearing about Deadpool and Aly.

Josh...was plotting.

Plot, Josh, plot.

The door was open.

Josh was in the kitchen working on his fifth cup of coffee that morning and looking like he hadn't slept all weekend.

Which was true.

He kept glancing towards the front door, waiting for someone to come over.

Josh didn't deal well with people he loved getting hurt.

[OOC: For le wonderful fake girlfriend and le almost as wonderful SP, but if housemates are around, yay!]

Josh was puttering around his office getting ready for a road trip--which explained the Google maps everywhere.

It also explained all of the labels that read "Auntie Aly's Jams 'n Preserves," but he wasn't entirely up for explaining that part.

The door was open, the Doobie Brothers were blasting loudly, and he was completely open for chatting.

Listen To The Music - The Doobie Brothers

Josh checked his messages. Obsessively.

As one does.

And wow, he was getting some crackpots today. Seriously. So he returned their messages like the nice guy he was.

Also as one does.

And didn't wonder why he was getting the calls.

As one probably should've.

And lo, Josh did post the grades for his class, for he found them all to be of sufficient intellect and degree of sucking up, and so he did not fail any.

And then he celebrated with bagels. And a stupid little dance, for it was now the summer time.

Pam Beesly A-
JC Broots B
Princess Irulan Corrino A
Cedric Diggory B-
Jim Halpert B-
Liz Sherman A-
Steerpike Incomplete
Dawn Summers A
Turtle Wexler A
Sam Winchester A

[OOC: Blah blah grade can be changed blee]

Josh was very, very busy, you see.

But not working on a chart of the disasters and invasions the faculty had put money down on at the meeting on Monday.

Because that would be...wrong?

Either way, the door was open for students or teachers looking to place their bets.

[OOC: SP is love as I'm heading to work, woe. I'll pick up pings at lunch and then the evening]

Josh was staring at the small flock of wee tiny penguins who had climbed up onto his desk and were tapping dancing for him.

"I love this school," he said quietly, grinning and reaching slowly for his camera.

[OOC: Open for all, especially mentees. SP is love, as I am a running off for Internetless work of woe.]

Josh was in his office reading the Washington Post.

Just another Thursday.

Well, if you ignored the whole being a woman thing.

Which Josh, frankly, was finding to be a bit difficult.

Rather than forcing the Student Council to meet on the day of the big dance, Josh posted a "Problems? Find me!" sign on the classroom after his class, then left handwavy messages for his new mentees and kicked back in his office.

And took a nap.

With the door open.

Silly Josh.

US Government: There's a System. Really.

Student Roster:
TA: Pam Beesly
JC Broots
Princess Irulan Corrino
Cedric Diggory
Jim Halpert
Liz Sherman
Steerpike
Dawn Summers
Turtle Wexler
Sam Winchester

Syllabus:
Week 1: Why should you care about government?
Week 2: Historical government stuff (Magna Carta, Machiavelli, Locke, blah, blah)
Week 3: The Declaration of Independence: One hell of a kiss-off note
Week 4: QUIZ
Week 5: The Articles of Confederation (Wow, did that not work) & the Constitution (which did)
Week 5 The Presidency: So much cooler than you
Week 6 More of the Presidency, which is still much cooler than you
Week 7 The Cabinet: Rewarding your friends can backfire
Week 8 MIDTERM
Week 9 The Congress: Less cool than the President. Also, annoying. And badly dressed.
Week 10: The Judiciary: Old and cranky, man.
Week 11: QUIZ
Week 12: The Electoral College: What kind of crack were the Founders on?
Week 13: The media: helpful for democracy or just really shrill and annoying?
Week 14: State government: Nobody cares
Week 15: FINAL EXAM

Detention Rules: Three consecutive unexcused absenses=detention. Starting a fight that's not a political one=detention. Being the victim of my occasional sense of whimsy=fun for me.

I've been told voting Republican can't lead directly to detention but I'm watching you all just in case.

[OOC: In other words, if you want a detention, Josh has no problem being the enforcer.]

Stupid Boy - Keith Urban

Josh was back.

Josh was tan.

Josh was whistling a happy tune in a tone-deaf way.

Josh had clearly won his election.

He was decorating his office with new campaign posters and listening to NPR. He was very interruptable.

Josh was kicked back in front of the television watching Mr. Smith Goes to Washington Mr. Jones and the Amazing Fillibuster when his cell phone rang. He flipped it open. "Bruno! You owe me $250 bucks!"

Pause.

"Where?"

Another pause.

"I have a job."

A much longer pause.

"They'd pay me how much?"

A final pause. "I'll be there in an hour."

Josh raced up to his room and began tossing clothing into a bag, pausing only to scrawl out a note for his roommates and leave messages for Zoe and Aly about where he'd gone.

Special election in Florida for the next six weeks? Where it wasn't cold and rainy? Count him in.

A half-hour later he was in his car and speeding towards Washington.

[OOC: I am heading out on an Epic Trek across most of North America for the holiday season. The boys shall return in 2007...]

When She Believes - Ben Harper

Josh was waiting beside his clean--if not exactly stylin'--car with a rose in his hand and a nervous expression on his face.

Dating was not his forte.

At all.

[OOC: For Aly, please...]

Josh had popcorn, pizza, coffee and beer.

Josh had the television on CNN, his web browser tabbed with 15 different blogs, and was currently talking smack on the phone to some woman named Amy.

Josh wasn't planning on leaving the sofa until Election Day 2006 was over.

Josh...was a bit of a nerd.

[OOC: Open for roomies and anyone looking for the World's Biggest Political Dork.]

Josh was in his office drinking coffee, looking at the poll numbers for Senate races in Pennsylvania, Montana and Ohio, and whistling a jaunty--and tone-deaf--tune.

He would be more than happy to bore the pants off of anyone wanting to stop by.

Josh could totally be an adult.

Really.

Which was he wasn't trying to balance a pencil on his nose, and was doing the New York Times crossword puzzle instead.

It would be completely filled in by the end of the day come hell, high water, or just sticking in random letters.

Josh should have been working on his lesson plans.

Josh was actually trying to balance a pencil on his nose.

Go ahead and bother him. It'll be funny.

Mistakes I Made - Fran Lucci