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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Disturbance in the Force' / Monday, 17th April 2006 / 7:03 A.M.
Location: Professor's Lounge
Open To: Finny
Currently Involving: Alison
Alison Farbanks was a morning person. Heck, Alison Farbanks was an all-the-bloody-time person, but especially a morning person. She viewed each day as a gift, the best gift you could receive: the gift of life. She was just happy to wake up every morning, and especially mornings like that Monday morning, when the sun was out and Spring was in full force.
So, it was no surprise that she walked into the professor's lounge, humming. Of course, being, well, Alison, she was humming something that most people do not hum; the Woodchuck tongue twister. She never really been able to say it without lisping or sputtering or otherwise making a fool out of herself, so she stuck to humming it.
With her lesson plans tucked under her arm she made her way to where she could get a nice, hot cup of coffee. A perfect start to a perfect day. She turned her back on the table and sipped her drink, slowly, and looked around the room. It was empty as of yet, so she took a stab at the rhyme.
"How much wood could a wood cluck chunk if a woodcluck could..." She sighed. "Oh, bloody hell, I'll never be able to do that."
Location: Professor's Lounge
Open To: Finny
Currently Involving: Alison
Alison Farbanks was a morning person. Heck, Alison Farbanks was an all-the-bloody-time person, but especially a morning person. She viewed each day as a gift, the best gift you could receive: the gift of life. She was just happy to wake up every morning, and especially mornings like that Monday morning, when the sun was out and Spring was in full force.
So, it was no surprise that she walked into the professor's lounge, humming. Of course, being, well, Alison, she was humming something that most people do not hum; the Woodchuck tongue twister. She never really been able to say it without lisping or sputtering or otherwise making a fool out of herself, so she stuck to humming it.
With her lesson plans tucked under her arm she made her way to where she could get a nice, hot cup of coffee. A perfect start to a perfect day. She turned her back on the table and sipped her drink, slowly, and looked around the room. It was empty as of yet, so she took a stab at the rhyme.
"How much wood could a wood cluck chunk if a woodcluck could..." She sighed. "Oh, bloody hell, I'll never be able to do that."