[LOG] CLUB FAIR AT LUNCH

[clintocallowhat]

Who: EVERYONE
What: Lunch + Club Fair
When: End of the 2nd week of School
Where: Lunchroom and Courtyard

It's now a couple of weeks into school and it's about time for a real club fair hosted by the Student Council! Tables are set up around the lunchroom giving students a chance to talk to the different club presidents and members about joining. Lunch has been extended to an hour and a half today with a few of the teachers and students grilling up hot dogs and hamburgers for the student body. You were even given one of those little cards where you have to get signatures from 4 different club presidents proving you participated for credit!

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[havefundiedrich]

The two sat in a still slightly-awkward, but still pleasant, silence for a bit. Diedrich broke the quiet with a small cough and pointed at the table.

"So, uh, tell me about the writing club! I'm not really good at writing (she probably realized this from their group project), but I do like to read! Do you guys do any publications?"

[missmysticism]

Pajea sat up and brought the binder to be closer to Diedrich.

"It's pretty straightforward-- we have new prompts and writing forms to experiment with at each meeting, and we do group reviews of our work. There are some competitions for writing locally, so we can help in getting people ready for those submissions, stuff like that." She glanced back up to him.
"Well, good writing stems from good reading. If someone were to show you the ropes, really sit down and have you write," Her grin relaxed and she pushed the binder back to the side of the table. "Then I bet you'd improve at an exponential rate."

diedrich this is your official sixth club

[havefundiedrich]

Diedrich had been flipping through the binder as she talked, but he still paid attention to her every word.

"That sounds really cool! So I guess it's fine if I'm not that great at writing then, huh?" He smiled. "Okay, I'll sign up!"

[missmysticism]

Pajea's smile had the excitement of a lottery winner in it. She pushed forward the sign-up sheet, holding her head in her hands. "Sign here, name here, email here. Room 420, every Tuesday." She said, her voice quivering not in fear, but in delight.

"You're gonna be a great writer. So great. We'll...we'll show them. You, I mean. You'll show them." She murmured, staring at Diedrich like he was a new puppy.