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Traditional Fairy Tales, Final Class (04/23)
Monday, April 23, Second Period
The classroom was arranged so that all the chairs were facing an open space at the front of the class, to allow room for the students' presentations. Off to one side was a table full of fresh treats – scones, muffins, cookies, mini-cheesecakes, spice breads, and plenty of hot drinks and juice. Someone had spent a lot of time baking over the weekend.
Aziraphale himself looked to be caught between a very good mood in general, and a feeling of sadness over having reached the end of the semester. He entered the room with a definite bounce in his step, but as the students filed in, the angel's face began to fall.
"Good morning, everyone. As I'm sure you're all aware, we've reached our very last class of the term. Today you'll be presenting your final projects to the class, and then I'd like to invite you to use any leftover time to talk with your classmates and enjoy their company. I'll be holding my last office hours for the term tomorrow, and will post final grades on my office door by the end of the week.
"It's been an honor having the opportunity to teach you, and I hope that you've enjoyed attending this class just half as much as I have enjoyed leading it. Thank you all for a delightful term."
PROJECT PRESENTATION: [Information on the projects can be found here. Please use the OCD thread below, and you are welcome to handwave or actually play out your presentation.]
[ooc:Please wait for the OCD is up, and our final class is now in session. And thank you all for a great semester!]
The classroom was arranged so that all the chairs were facing an open space at the front of the class, to allow room for the students' presentations. Off to one side was a table full of fresh treats – scones, muffins, cookies, mini-cheesecakes, spice breads, and plenty of hot drinks and juice. Someone had spent a lot of time baking over the weekend.
Aziraphale himself looked to be caught between a very good mood in general, and a feeling of sadness over having reached the end of the semester. He entered the room with a definite bounce in his step, but as the students filed in, the angel's face began to fall.
"Good morning, everyone. As I'm sure you're all aware, we've reached our very last class of the term. Today you'll be presenting your final projects to the class, and then I'd like to invite you to use any leftover time to talk with your classmates and enjoy their company. I'll be holding my last office hours for the term tomorrow, and will post final grades on my office door by the end of the week.
"It's been an honor having the opportunity to teach you, and I hope that you've enjoyed attending this class just half as much as I have enjoyed leading it. Thank you all for a delightful term."
PROJECT PRESENTATION: [Information on the projects can be found here. Please use the OCD thread below, and you are welcome to handwave or actually play out your presentation.]
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Give Your Presentation
Let Aziraphale know in his thread if you need his assistance with anything. Handwave or play out as you like.
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For some reason he kept referring to them as if they were robots, though . . .
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The dance performance was actually something she'd learnt as a child, but the commentary she made, and some comparisons to other Trickster characters was her own.
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"Everyone's heard the fairy tale of the littlest gingerbread maker who tried to get up a hill." Miley said, hoping that her wide eyes and earnest tone made up for the complete lies she was telling. "But let me tell y'all, if that story was told now it would be completely different."
Miley held up a popsicle with a wee chef hat on. "Sweet niblets! I just can't get my gingerbread persons of indeterminate gender to rise! I wonder if it's the reconstituted-saltwater that I use. Or maybe the pollution free manure burning oven? Oh wait! My recipe is for high-altitude gingerbread persons of indeterminate gender. I'll have to climb up a hill conveniently located nearby. Of course, I'm a height-challenged gingerbread maker, so I'll have to employ some strong guy to help me take my oven up a hill."
"So, off he went." Miley said, walking the chef stick figure across the front of the room. "He ran around the town saying 'Help me, fellow suburbanites! I need a strong guy to carry my stove up a hill.' But nobody helped him. Finally he ran into a giant."
The stick figure gingerbread maker tilted back to look up at a gym-workout Midge doll. "Hey, tiny chef dude." Miley said with a deep valley girl accent. "You, like, have a serious problem. Why do you need a strong guy?"
"'Because they have to carry a stove up a hill and that should be a job for a big strong guy.' Let me tell you, when the littlest gingerbread maker said, Midge went redder than a hen laying an egg. She bent down and poked littlest gingerbread maker in the chest." Miley paused and looked up. "Which won't be demonstrated here because it's violent and because Midges' knees weren't meant to bend."
The Midge doll waved angrily as Miley spoke. "That's like, totally unfair dude! Your prejudices are like, keeping you from being able to use half the people on the planet. Girls totally kick ass, it like, says so on the t-shirt."
"Then the littlest gingerbread maker realized the error of his ways and asked the buff Midge to carry his stove up the hill. The gingerbread persons of indeterminate gender were cooked beautifully and the littlest gingerbread maker and Midge decided to live together in a socially conscious relationship, helping the residents of suburbia be politically correct and cook all their food at the appropriate altitudes."
Miley grinned at Aziraphale happily, while secretly composing her explanation for her father on why she got a failing grade in fairy tale class.
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The story is about a soldier returning from the war with very little to his person, but helps out a beggar who gives him a bag, that if he orders something or someone into the bag, in they go.Re: Give Your Presentation
It went on for just the right amount of time.
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She then went on to explain how Rapunzel was both about abusive parents (and the need to escape from childhood) and learning to trust people outside one's family for help (even if that help was too long in coming).
"Rapunzel had to leave part of herself behind in order to move on to being an adult woman, and she also had to learn a rather drastic self-sufficiency wandering around the desert by herself with twins for two years. The prince had to learn how to navigate blind in the world without his rank or status, without being able to count on anyone but himself. They found each other again when they were both grown up, and able to live in the real world." Evie smiled at the audience.
"Now, if this story were written in this time, aside from the accountrements being different, there probably would have been no blinding, and no pregnancy, and no desert, because the prince and Rapunzel would have known to work together much sooner. Possibly because they were told many fairy tales as children," Evie admitted. "But also because men and women are better able to appreciate and make use of their own gifts in modern times, without expectation of anyone else saving them or needing to be saved."
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When he was done, he collapsed gratefully into his seat.
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handwaveypresentation.