atreideslioness: (Aryeh)
Ghani didn't work with her school issued laptop often, preferring books, pen, and paper to the electronic click of the keyboard. Checking her email once a week was one of her few concessions to the digital age in which she currently lived.

Even if she did distrust the Maker-cursed Machines with a passion.

The email she received today, however, warranted an immediate response.

It was not, perhaps, the most diplomatic response Ghanima could have composed, but for some reason she was having difficulty reigning in her temper this week. )

That accomplished, Ghanima settled in to draw up lesson plans for after-break, occasionally glancing over at her email to see if she had a response.

[Open office is open and fleeing from OCD!]
atreideslioness: (Aryeh)
Ghani didn't work with her school issued laptop often, preferring books, pen, and paper to the electronic click of the keyboard. Checking her email once a week was one of her few concessions to the digital age in which she currently lived.

Even if she did distrust the Maker-cursed Machines with a passion.

The email she received today, however, warranted an immediate response.

It was not, perhaps, the most diplomatic response Ghanima could have composed, but for some reason she was having difficulty reigning in her temper this week. )

That accomplished, Ghanima settled in to draw up lesson plans for after-break, occasionally glancing over at her email to see if she had a response.

[Open office is open and fleeing from OCD!]
atreideslioness: (Who Walks In Beauty)
Having handwavily   secured an office for herself last week, Ghanima was currently involved in setting up the room to her liking. 

And glaring at that thrice-cursed thinking machine computer.  While her Other Memory whispered that this was not one of the Thinking Machines of the Jihad, Ghani still found herself...discomforted by it.  Which was silly, but it was far better to acknowledge her fear than to let it fester. 
I will not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will let it pass through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
Shaking her head at herself, Ghani went about finding an outlet for the thing.




[OOC:  Post & such is open!]
atreideslioness: (Who Walks In Beauty)
Having handwavily   secured an office for herself last week, Ghanima was currently involved in setting up the room to her liking. 

And glaring at that thrice-cursed thinking machine computer.  While her Other Memory whispered that this was not one of the Thinking Machines of the Jihad, Ghani still found herself...discomforted by it.  Which was silly, but it was far better to acknowledge her fear than to let it fester. 
I will not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will let it pass through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
Shaking her head at herself, Ghani went about finding an outlet for the thing.




[OOC:  Post & such is open!]

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