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Interdisciplinary Studies, Class 1, Friday, Period 1
"All right, kids," Squall said, once everybody had arrived. "Welcome to Interdisciplinary Whatever. My name is Squall Leonhart, and if you didn't know that already, you're probably going to fail the class. And I'm sick of being jingled at, so any bells you have on or about your person go in the trash. NOW."
He tossed a clipboard at the students. "THAT is to take attendance," he said. "Your names are on it. Put a checkmark next to your name and pass it around. Anyone whose name doesn't have a checkmark next to it at the end of class gets detention. Unless you've got a REALLY good reason."
Squall sat down on the edge of his desk and looked around. "So. You're here to learn stuff. That's what we do in this class. Learn 'stuff'. All the things you ought to know, but don't, and aren't being taught by the rest of the teachers here. Only about half of them know what they're doing anyway. This class is, first and foremost, about giving me something to do to keep my mind off crap. The SECOND most important part of the class is you brats. I hear it's the thing to do these days to pass out a syllabus on the first day of class." He gestured behind him at the blank chalkboard. "THAT is your syllabus for this class. That doesn't mean I don't have anything planned, just that it's not set in stone."
He shrugged.
"But first things first. Introduce yourselves. Name, something interesting about yourself, favorite color, what combat skills you have, and favorite flavor of ice cream." Was there something incongruous in that list? Naaaaah... "Oh, and Jenny Sparks is your TA, so if you have any questions or problems or anything, try not to piss her off."
Once that was over and done with, he looked around at the class. "Okay, so. This is a CLASS, not a summer workshop any more, so we're focusing on academics this semester. And this class is about YOU, so help me out here: What do you want to learn? What do you NEED to learn? Don't be stupid, okay? Give me good answers. If you don't, I'll make you regret it."
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He tossed a clipboard at the students. "THAT is to take attendance," he said. "Your names are on it. Put a checkmark next to your name and pass it around. Anyone whose name doesn't have a checkmark next to it at the end of class gets detention. Unless you've got a REALLY good reason."
Squall sat down on the edge of his desk and looked around. "So. You're here to learn stuff. That's what we do in this class. Learn 'stuff'. All the things you ought to know, but don't, and aren't being taught by the rest of the teachers here. Only about half of them know what they're doing anyway. This class is, first and foremost, about giving me something to do to keep my mind off crap. The SECOND most important part of the class is you brats. I hear it's the thing to do these days to pass out a syllabus on the first day of class." He gestured behind him at the blank chalkboard. "THAT is your syllabus for this class. That doesn't mean I don't have anything planned, just that it's not set in stone."
He shrugged.
"But first things first. Introduce yourselves. Name, something interesting about yourself, favorite color, what combat skills you have, and favorite flavor of ice cream." Was there something incongruous in that list? Naaaaah... "Oh, and Jenny Sparks is your TA, so if you have any questions or problems or anything, try not to piss her off."
Once that was over and done with, he looked around at the class. "Okay, so. This is a CLASS, not a summer workshop any more, so we're focusing on academics this semester. And this class is about YOU, so help me out here: What do you want to learn? What do you NEED to learn? Don't be stupid, okay? Give me good answers. If you don't, I'll make you regret it."
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Her eyes widened. "Is she an Al Bhed? Your friend? Wears kinda weird clothes and has eyes like mine?" She was almost pleading with him as she leaned over, her pupils their usual spiral. "We ... there aren't many of us, yeah?"
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