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fandomhigh2007-07-10 01:20 am
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Sanitary Living [period 5, Tuesday]
Oh, please, like Hannelore would even consider holding her class outside. There was dirt there.
"Hey," she said, as her students filed into the Danger Shop -- which was made up to look like a perfectly white, sterile classroom, and which she had carefully scrubbed and disinfected as best she could before they arrived. "Um. My name's Hannelore Ellicott-Chatham. You can call me Hannelore. Or, uh, some of my friends call me Hanners. You can call me that. 'Hey you,' works too. Um, this is Winslow."
What looked like an oversized, somewhat humanoid iPod waved. "Salutations!"
"He's an AnthroMac, and he helps me out. Um, so welcome to...class. I've never taught anything before. So, um, why don't we start by going around and saying hi, and stuff, okay? Say, uh, your name, how old you are, what you want to get out of the workshop, and...um, your favorite cleaning product, okay?"
She rocked on her heels. "Um, I can start? I'm Hannelore, like I said. I'm twenty-five, I love my Roomba more than most people love their parents, and I hope to get, um, a bunch of people who understand what 'clean' means, like I do." She paused, and added. "By the way, I have severe Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. In case you can't tell."
After everyone had introduced themselves, Hannelore smiled. Kinda. Smiled twitchily, anyway. "Okay, so here's what we're doing today." She pulled out a bag, and from it pulled eight bags of plain M&M's, which she handed (okay, tossed, because soooo not risking touching these people) out, along with napkins. "I want you to sort these in whatever way makes the most sense to you. Color, numbers, shapes -- they're not all the same size circle, believe me, I checked -- whether the M is printed correctly, whatever. I wanna see what you think is logical, 'cause it'll help me later, okay? Don't eat them until I've checked, please? And I have wet naps and gloves so your hands don't get chocolatey, because ewww."
[syllabus|roster]
[waaaaaaaait for the OCD, which I really should make more ridiculous than it will be. It's up! Play at will!]
"Hey," she said, as her students filed into the Danger Shop -- which was made up to look like a perfectly white, sterile classroom, and which she had carefully scrubbed and disinfected as best she could before they arrived. "Um. My name's Hannelore Ellicott-Chatham. You can call me Hannelore. Or, uh, some of my friends call me Hanners. You can call me that. 'Hey you,' works too. Um, this is Winslow."
What looked like an oversized, somewhat humanoid iPod waved. "Salutations!"
"He's an AnthroMac, and he helps me out. Um, so welcome to...class. I've never taught anything before. So, um, why don't we start by going around and saying hi, and stuff, okay? Say, uh, your name, how old you are, what you want to get out of the workshop, and...um, your favorite cleaning product, okay?"
She rocked on her heels. "Um, I can start? I'm Hannelore, like I said. I'm twenty-five, I love my Roomba more than most people love their parents, and I hope to get, um, a bunch of people who understand what 'clean' means, like I do." She paused, and added. "By the way, I have severe Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. In case you can't tell."
After everyone had introduced themselves, Hannelore smiled. Kinda. Smiled twitchily, anyway. "Okay, so here's what we're doing today." She pulled out a bag, and from it pulled eight bags of plain M&M's, which she handed (okay, tossed, because soooo not risking touching these people) out, along with napkins. "I want you to sort these in whatever way makes the most sense to you. Color, numbers, shapes -- they're not all the same size circle, believe me, I checked -- whether the M is printed correctly, whatever. I wanna see what you think is logical, 'cause it'll help me later, okay? Don't eat them until I've checked, please? And I have wet naps and gloves so your hands don't get chocolatey, because ewww."
[syllabus|roster]
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