fandomhigh | Comparative Religions, Monday, Period 3, Week #8

"Good morning, my class!" Vala greeted them cheerfully as they entered. Possibly waaaaay too cheerfully. No, she wasn't going to explain that either. In any event, there was a large jar of applesauce on Sam's desk for him. "First, a huge thank you to my able assistant who I am told did a wonderful job explaining paganism. However, if you have any questions about it, I'll be happy to answer them. Due to my unavoidable absence last week, you missed out on the midterm, which will be more of a practical--mostly because I don't feel like grading tests this weekend--and take place over the course of this week."

"Your assignment is to choose one of the religions we've studied so far--not your own--and immerse yourselves in it for the week. Customs, beliefs, style of dress if that makes a difference, religious practices, all of it. I want you to become a member of that faith. And then I want you to be prepared to give an oral presentation on your experiences next week, so we can all learn from what you learned. Isn't cooperation fun?" Again with the big grin.

"So, please sign in and choose your religion, then come up with a plan of att--er, action--for the week."

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"It's a lot less painful, that's for sure. Unless the applesauce is bad," he said, sniffing at it again.

"I trust Vala a hell of a lot more than I trust the Umbitch," Dean said. "I doubt she'd poison you. At least on purpose. Though if you had some rare antiquity she wanted, she might try to knock you out..."

"Luckily, I don't have anything like that. Still, I'm feeling a little less than brave. Do you want to taste test this stuff for me?" Sam asked.

"So you're trying to get your big brother to be your guinea pig?"

"Yes. That's part of the job description, isn't it?"

"Part of the job description is to keep you from putting potentially dangerous things in your mouth," Dean clarified. "That doesn't mean by putting them in my mouth instead."

"But it's food," Sam pointed out. "There's no food that you won't put into your mouth."

"Is too," Dean argued.

"There is?" Sam faked a gasp. "I feel like my whole world just went askew."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Bitch."

"Jerk," Sam replied automatically.

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