From: Melvin Harry Pollack <mpollack@wam.umd.edu>
Date: Tue, 20 May 1997 20:14:14 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: USS CHESAPEAKE: When Evil Returns...
{Uh, before we start this post, I think I had better make some
explanations of what is going on. As you may know, today marked the end
of Melvin's finals....}
AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
{Unfortunately, he hasn't quite recovered yet, which means that he
can't write the post as originally scheduled. However, I have received
his notes, and believe that I will be able to write his stories until he
fully recovers from
finals....}
AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
{....which should be some time in the next decade.}
>
> MD 6.1715
[Snip of Murray thinking of every "officer" she could talk to. I
won't be callous and point out that she didn't even mention th'Tellan or
Brennan.]
>
> Or maybe, just maybe, she should just end it all right now.
WOMAN! (Grunting and panting noises.) WOMAN!
{Now would probably be a good time to point out that Melvin had
little social interaction, especially with females, during the week of
finals....}
AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
> She could find a knife easily enough, and she hadn't studied human
> anatomy for nothing.
{After all, it had fulfilled a CORE requirement. <Pause.> I'm
beginning to see why Melvin keeps getting into trouble.}
> She could do it, and no one need worry about
> her hopping the ship when disaster struck... because she wouldn't
> be there to hop it.
{I will not poke fun at that comment. I will not! See, I'm like
Melvin in some respects; this shouldn't be too bad.}
>
> She looked through her drawers. She was sure that... ah,
> there it was. She was about to roll up her sleeve -- with the
> rather incongruent intention of not leaving any stains on the
> perfectly good blouse -- when her door chimed.
AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Various whimpering and begging noises.)
{No, Melvin. You can't have the knife when Anne's finished.
You'll just have to deal with the pain of finals....}
AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
{Oh, brother.}
>
> She put away the sharp object rather quickly. She didn't
> need any unwarranted questions right now.
>
> "Yes, who is it?" she called, hoping that her voice was as
> controlled as it usually was.
The door opened, and Sereh walked in slowly. {Perfect timing,
ain't it, folks.} "Uh, sir. I wanted to talk to you about.... Are you
all right?"
Anne thought about Sereh for a minute. *Why don't I confide in
her? <Pause.> Why don't I bang my head against the wall in an attempt to
regain my brain matter?* "Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"You seem slightly more upset than normal. <Pause.> Furthermore,
you seem to have rolled up one of your sleeves...."
{Oh, wait a second. Masako just wrote about the possibility.
Hang on....}
Murray glanced down, and realized that she had rolled up her
sleeve without thinking about it. She seemed to be doing that a lot
lately.
{Hey, is that a nice save or what?}
AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
{Shesh, everyone's a critic.}
Murray rolled her sleeve back down. "I assume that you didn't
come here just to enquire about my health?"
Sereh walked over next to her and glanced down at the open desk
drawer. Quietly, she picked up a pencil and dropped it back. "I wanted
to talk to you about the dealings with the Science department. I have
been thinking about the Science students and I believe that I have some
solutions about how to better handle the situation. If you're not busy,
I'd like to talk to you about them, Murray."
Murray sat down. She did not need this. Not now. Still,
th'Tellan had assigned Sereh to work with her. Besides, anything that
improved the situation would be a godsend. "All right, I'm listening.
Oh, and call me Anne."
Sereh glanced at her, then looked back at her pad. "Murray, I
have devised a major overhaul of the school as it is currently run.
Basically, it involves designating lecture halls and laboratories. Also,
I have suggested revamping the curriculum...."
"Now, wait a second. The last thing that I need is for the kids
to be in the science labs. Do you realize how much damage they have
caused without going NEAR the labs?"
Sereh picked up an eraser from the open droor and dropped it. "I
realize that, and I believe that barring the students from the science
areas was a mistake. These kids require challenging assignments, and they
will need to learn about the labs. Furthermore, the changes in the
curriculum, along with the precautions developed, should help the kids
learn how to work in a scientific manner. I understand your skepticism,
and will let you make the final decision. However, I believe that I am in
a position to point out the success of these measures. I should point out
that I was a teacher in various Federation schools over a period of 25
years.
Murray was about to object again when the last sentence stuck in
her mind. *25 years? Sereh looks younger than I am.* "Just out of
curiosity, how old are you, anyway?"
Sereh picked up a writing pad and dropped it back in the drawer.
"I turned 74 in March. Why do you ask?"
"No, just curious. I was aware that Vulcan's live longer, but I
guess parts of my brain don't automatically understand that, yet." She
smiled, but Sereh didn't seem to get the joke. "What about Ensign Gordon?
Have you talked to her about the changes?"
Sereh picked up the knife and dropped it in the drawer. Upon
hearing the sound it made, her eyebrows shot up, but quickly lowered. "I
have. She isn't too happy about all of the curriculum changes, but she is
willing to support my plan in order to receive better facilities."
"And Lt Cmdr th'Tellan?"
"I haven't cleared it with him as of yet. However, I believe that
he will approve the plan as well."
[Insert any more of the conversation here.]
"If there isn't any more you want to bring up, you're dismissed."
Sereh was about to leave, then stopped. "There was one more
thing. You may wish to study the inadequate soundproofing of these
doors." With that, she left.
{Yes, a great story segment completed.}
AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
{Oh, bite me.}
NRPG:
{All: I wish to point out that this story is in no way meant to insult
Masako, Murray, or the writing ability of either one. (Although Murray's
writing could be better developed.) Also, Melvin should be back to normal
soon, so look for some exciting upcoming developments.
Amy: So when does the mission start?
Christine: You're an engineer. Is this typical?
Masako: Melvin's sorry that he didn't get to write to you before, and
wants you to know that everything should return to seminormal soon. In
the meantime, this should more than adequately explain Murray's funk later
on. Take it wherever you want, but remember: "Irresistible force meets
immovable object." Sereh's typical work attitude makes your Vulcans look
like Klingons.
Naomi: Hope that you're feeling better.}
Submitted by....
Robert J. Twanluffel....
in place of....
Melvin Pollack....
Lt Cmdr Avikar th'Tellan
OPS USS Chesapeake
mpollack@wam.umd.edu
{Finals.}
AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
{I love doing that.}
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