fandomhigh | How to Annoy Your Teachers (And Not Get Turned Into Animals) [Week 3, Period 2]

It's another day at the main campfire for John's class. He's got a doughnut in one hand and...a doughnut in the other. What? Growing boy and all. After everyone made their way over and found a seat, John put his snacks down and rubbed his hands together.

"First of all, let's see your homework if you did it," he said. "Show me your amazing skills at annoying all the teachers you can. And I hope," he said and eyed Sokka, "no one threw bombs this time. Some teachers might be women but they could still snap my neck."

He waited until homework turned in before going into today's lesson.

"Today, we're going to learn about one of the first things that I ever used to try to annoy a teacher here with. Making up a different persona is fun. You can let your imagination run wild, pardon the cliché, and be just about anyone or anything. In fact, the more outlandish, the better. When you use this technique, props are optional but encouraged. For instance, if you're going to be a pirate? Bring a stuffed parrot or a hook for a hand. Seeing your commitment to ~~Sparkle Motion~~ the character's only going to make the teacher more eyerolly than he or she already is. And keep in character. Throughout the entire class, don't let the character drop. Sign in with your made up name, talk in an accent, answer questions according to the character you have chosen. The key to this method is endurance. Don't let the teacher's glares make you drop character."

He paused for a moment. "You're still not allowed to throw bombs for this one. Don't be a mad bomber what bombs at midnight, please. If the teacher starts to question you, just stay in character, pretend they are the delusional one and perhaps offer them the use of some psychiatric services. That's always fun."

John looked around the room, trying to picture what each student might make up. "So, for today's assignment, I want you to make up a quick character. One the spot, make it up and talk to me with that persona. I'll ask you some basic questions, try to get you to drop character and see how you do. And no throwing bombs at me either."

"For your homework, I want you to make up a character for one of your classes and stick with it the entire time. See how long it takes the teacher to notice, how long it takes them to get annoyed and how they might try to force you to drop your character. Stay strong though!"

[OOC: Homework can be handwavy, just don't use specific teacher names if you handwave so as not to mod something that shouldn't be modded. Again, you don't get in trouble if you tell the teacher John sent you. Also, fellow teachers who have been annoyed? Feel free to confront John in the appropriate thread! Have fun!]

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Did you mimic a teacher? Annoy them in some other way? Turn it in here! This can be handwavy.

Karal rather shamefacedly turned in his handwavy homework. He may have vaguely annoyed someone, but he wasn't proud of it.

Animal turned in a pineapple soup can that had been painted gold and red and apparently squashed flat.

"IRON CAN! IRON CAN!" (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1385653.html?thread=83763125#t83763125)

Looking like she'd like to crawl off and die somewhere, Jo turned in her handwavery homework.

Rikku bowed low. "Sensei. I have done you proud. I went to Hades' ooffice this morning and told him I needed advice about this guuuuuuuuuuuuuy? And did he totally like me or not? And should I sleep with him and what if he didn't love me any more if I didn't, and what exactly is that sex stuff all about, anyway? And if he broke up with me, would that mean writing really bad poetry, and could I read some of it for him, please?"

She beamed. "And then I said I was late for this class, so I had to go."

John listened to the homework and then started laughing hysterically.

"You win everything," he said. "EVERYTHING. Vice Principal Butt Shot couldn't have seen that coming."

Rikku beamed. "I pretended to cry," she said rapturously. "And I said the poetry expressed my soul pain. And then I said you were right about him being really super-smart and he made this face and it was so freaking great and I love this class. So, so, so much. Have I said that? Because I need to."

"I love this class too," John said, still gleeful over her conquest of Hades. "And pretending to cry? Great touch. Not too many adults can resist that. Did he throw you out?"

"Not until I name-checked you," she giggled. "Until that I think he figured I was putting him on, but he was going with it so maybe he couldn't tell for sure. He was all WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME THIS? and please don't ever, EVER write poetry or have children and oh man. I told him the hair dye was for him, too. A tribute."

Jude paled.

Just a little.

Really.

Rikku waited until the conversation moved away and then leaned over to pat Jude reassuringly on the shoulder. "Not like that, honest," she whispered, giggling. "It just kinda came up. I'll do the whole routine for you later and you'll die."

Jude just fishmouthed a little.

Rikku put a hand over her heart, and adopted a mock-serious face. "There's this guuuuuuuuuuy?" she wailed. Well, in a whisper, anyway. "And Deadpool says he wants things from me but won't tell me what they aaaaaaaare! If he wants things why shouldn't I giiiiiiiiiiiiiive them to him?! If he didn't love me any more I think I'd diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie. And write poetry about my soul pain."

Jude blinked a few times and then a slow smile spread across his face.

"You put the painy pained pain in my dark blackened soul?" he suggested. "You are the sharp and pointy knife that gives my heart a hole?"

Rikku nodded, and sighed dramatically. Then she cleared her throat. "I call this piece: The End of Us."

"You were, like, my one and only;
I thought we'd be to-geth-a for-ev-a;
And then you totally kissed that skank ho at a party.
Don't even lie and say you didn't;
I totally got pictures of it from my peeps.
Now my world is black and dark;
And dark and dark and black;
And I hope she gave you the clap or whatever.
I want all my stuff back."

Annette, face lowered, turned in her handwavey homework. She was proud of her homework, she just would rather not be seen today.

Door turns in her utterly handwavy homework ~~because unlike her player she does not fail at life~~. She annoyed someone somewhere. ~~Possibly her player.~~

Edward had annoyed a TA, but not to the extent that it would count as very good homework. Still, he handed it in, anyway.

Jim did not mimic anyone. He did, however, make himself purple for his workshops yesterday. It didn't have the desired result. (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1386447.html?thread=83761871#t83761871)

"I wasn't very good at the insults, but I found that you were right, asking Professor Deadpool (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1713546.html?thread=79001482#t79001482) about his marriage made his eye twitch," Evie revealed. "Also, would you like to help me throw an engagement party for him and his fiance?"

Mikey turned in his homework ~~of the shamefully handwavey persuasion~~, because he tried very hard and no doubt did a wonderful job at it ~~while his mun was out working and totally not doing homework.~~

"So, the way in which I annoyed Aly, in fact, annoyed you, a teacher, quite a lot?" Aside from making commas do horribly unnatural things in that sentence, Sokka was looking sheepish and apologetic. "It also annoyed Deadpool, too. So I kind of took this week off."

"I, uh . . . was hopped up on caffeine and almost made Mr. Rogers cry?"

Eve turned in her ~~handwavey because her mun's an idiot~~ homework. She'd mimicked just about everybody she could find the previous day, teacher wise.

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