Fandom High School

Robin kind of wondered how many people would even show up to this class, but she wasn't going to protest. It was only an hour, it was a small class, and she had promised to help as she could. Besides, it was hard to ignore someone that formidable flagging you down and going 'Healthy person! You can teach for us!'

Which was why Robin found herself standing at the front of a classroom, which is something she never thought she'd be doing. Well, unless they were kindergarteners and calling her a lesbian, which these looked a little old for.

"Um. Hi. My name's Robin Scherbatsky, and um, I work in town at the radio station and at the bar?" She cleared her throat, because she had training in public speaking and shouldn't feel so awkward about this. "You can just call me Robin, though, don't worry about trying to swing my last name. So the lovely Dean Jones," she gestured to the back of the room, where the dean herself was standing for the moment, "told me you guys need a sub, and since I'm on my feet and stuff, I figured I could help."

"So, I don't know what you guys covered, but I work in the media, and I strongly encourage it as a choice of career if you can handle it. It means long hours, having to go places you don't want, probably not making a lot of money right away...but the reward is that you get to report on things that, you know, matter. Get the word out about stuff. And travel. I'm here because my station at home sent me."

"So we're going to do a quick little activity today." Robin took a brief headcount, and shook her head. "There's not really enough of you to all interview each other, so...you can all interview me, if you want. Just come up with something you specifically want to know, and then start of a series of questions towards that end. You can't open with anything too abrupt, because your subject'll usually close right up. But you can't take too long, either, or you'll lose it in the rest of the interview."

She shook her head. "Anyway. Go, I guess."