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fandomhigh2007-08-23 11:29 pm
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Interdisciplinary Studies or Whatever, Class 7, Friday, Period 3
Today's class met at the main campfire which, despite the heat, was piled full of large logs and ready for a bonfire. Nearby was what looked at first glance to be some sort of salad bar.
"So," Squall said, once the students had arrived. "Let's pretend that you're stuck out in the wilderness with nothing to eat but..." He looked over at the salad bar-type-thing. "...some raw meat, vegetables, rice, and various sauces and glazes. Which is bound to happen at some point, right?" He shrugged. "And if you pretend that it's winter, you also need to keep warm. So. You need to start a fire." He passed out handouts and explained a little bit about fire bows, fire pistons, and flint and steel. "...Which all suck," he concluded. "If you really want to start a fire, you need one of two things: these" -- a box of matches -- " or this" -- a butane lighter. He tossed them both towards the class. "You'd better fight for them. Or share. Or something. Because you're going to have to make a fire, which might be pretty hard without them."
He shrugged. "Or maybe it'll be easy." Squall was surrounded by a green glow for a moment, and then the large campfire in front of him burst into a ginormous fireball before settling down to burn cheerfully.
He grinned at them.
When all -- most? some? -- of the fires were going, Squall called them back.
"Okay, party time. Over there is food. Cook it. Make something good." He shrugged. "Whatever."
[Please remain calm. Do not panic. The OCD will arrive in a few moments. AAAAAGH! IT'S HERE!!! THE OCD IS HERE!!! RUN AWAY!!!]
"So," Squall said, once the students had arrived. "Let's pretend that you're stuck out in the wilderness with nothing to eat but..." He looked over at the salad bar-type-thing. "...some raw meat, vegetables, rice, and various sauces and glazes. Which is bound to happen at some point, right?" He shrugged. "And if you pretend that it's winter, you also need to keep warm. So. You need to start a fire." He passed out handouts and explained a little bit about fire bows, fire pistons, and flint and steel. "...Which all suck," he concluded. "If you really want to start a fire, you need one of two things: these" -- a box of matches -- " or this" -- a butane lighter. He tossed them both towards the class. "You'd better fight for them. Or share. Or something. Because you're going to have to make a fire, which might be pretty hard without them."
He shrugged. "Or maybe it'll be easy." Squall was surrounded by a green glow for a moment, and then the large campfire in front of him burst into a ginormous fireball before settling down to burn cheerfully.
He grinned at them.
When all -- most? some? -- of the fires were going, Squall called them back.
"Okay, party time. Over there is food. Cook it. Make something good." He shrugged. "Whatever."
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