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voice faltered as I brought up the part of the story everyone had been avoiding. All anyone wanted to remember was that the hostages had all been rescued. No one liked mentioning that two of the suspects had been shot and killed after the stand-off had dragged on for eight hours.
    Mr. Fisher looked at me with that gaze he had down pat. He always made you feel like he was a therapist or something, and he could see your pain or your secrets. At that moment I knew he could tell how uncomfortable the whole subject was because yet again I was reminded that real people had been on the other end of the story. While our side was full of adrenaline and excitement at having something truly major to report, the other side had experienced the full range that terror had to offer. Those were real people.
    â€œClass, what Allison did yesterday is just one small part of what a news team does when a story breaks. The key is to be a team player. Now, how many of you are interested in that sort of career?” He glanced around as a few people besides me raised their hands. With a nod, he moved to the chalkboard, snapping his suspenders as he went. I was pretty sure it was a nervous tick that he had. Man, he would drive Marika nuts. “I know I’ve talked about this before but since so many of you are seniors, I want to go over this again. Especially since today is the first day of the new quarter, and you all know what that means.”
    Groans resounded throughout the room. I reached into my backpack for the three inch binder that we were required to keep. Every single thing written on the board had to go into the notebook. A new quarter meant that we had to two days to pretty up the past quarter’s notes, and turn them in.
    The rest of class was spent writing down the exact same material that we had done in December. I knew Mr. Fisher liked to re-emphasize points to make them stick, but sometimes it just seemed like over kill. A lot of my other teachers handed out notes already typed up or even sent them as messages on our phones. Those were pretty great, but there was something to be said for the feeling of a pen on a sheet of paper. I kind of loved the way the ink glided. There was no better word for it. I uttered a rapturous sigh. Nicolai turned around in his seat and stared at me.
    I looked away from his slightly leering gaze, and wondered if he was actually checking me out or if his face was just like that. Boredom reared its head as Mr. Fisher launched into the joys of copyediting. Even though he only lectured one day a week, I felt like he recycled two-thirds of his information from one semester to the next. People around me seemed just as bored. Some shuffled papers, while others just stared at the ceiling. Two girls had snuck out their phones, keeping them hidden just below the desk. My eyes started to droop, and my head bobbed as the fatigue that always accompanies the post-adrenaline high caught up to me. The next thing that Mr. Fisher said, however, jerked me completely awake.
    â€œAnd on Friday, instead of our usual movie day, the internship coordinator from Channel Fifteen, Marika Wieczorek, will be here to talk to you all about some exciting behind the scenes careers in the television news field.”
    I squirmed at the thought of Marika being here in my class. Sure, John was the reason I had applied for the internship in the first place—he was a local celebrity, after all-- but I hadn’t known him then. Marika was my boss. I liked my worlds kept safely in their own little compartments. Besides I had a bad feeling that she and Mr. Fisher would spend the majority of the time flirting, and that was just not something I wanted to see. I’d much rather watch Never Been Kissed for the fifth time. That one seemed to be Mr. Fisher’s favorite Friday Film.
    â€œWhat if we don’t want to go into journalism?”
    There was a gasp from someone at the front of the room, and the entire room turned