[h3][color=3C9699]Lucy Miller[/color][/h3]
September 5th, 1969
1040 HRs

Lucy sat on the front row of the bleachers, recording the occasional snippet of the speeches given on her portable cassette recorder to potentially use in the first issue of the paper. She also would use the recording to make sure she didn't use any incorrect dates on the monthly calendar they published. She was physically rolling her eyes at all the obvious propaganda that had been integrated into Hines's speech. She had to fight back laughter at Jones's pathetic attempt at an improvised speech. Was he wasted, or just that scared of public speaking? It seemed that a teacher shouldn't struggle so hard with coming up with things to say on the fly in front of a crowd of people. It was embarrassing to watch.

She was glad it was finally lunch after his speech, because she didn't know how much more of this propaganda and boring shit she could take.

1105 HRs

She sat in the corner of the cafeteria, eating the lunch she brought from home and continuing her book. She finished quickly and retreated back to the newspaper club room, where she started making a manuscript of the portions of the speeches she had recorded. It took her the rest of lunch to type it all up because she kept glancing up at the window that she had seen the drug trade earlier, wondering if there would be anything worth witnessing. If that spot was a common drop off point, then she could potentially see many interesting things happen. She'd have to pay better attention.