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Interdisciplinary Studies or Whatever, Class 9, Friday, Period 1
When the students arrived, they'd find a advanced chemistry textbook, pencil, and paper lying on each desk. Squall had a book, too. At the front of the room was what looked to be a papier-mâché volcano.
"Today, class," he said, as he tossed out the sign-in clipboard, "we're going to learn chemistry."
"Chemistry is what happens when you mix chemicals," Squall began. He then started flipping through the textbook and summarizing bits and pieces here and there. It was slipshod and haphazard, but it'd at least give the students some idea of what chemistry was about. Maybe. Possibly. Most of the time it sounded like Squall didn't really know what he was talking about.
When he got to the bit about the periodic table of the elements, he ripped the page with the diagram out of the book and taped it to the chalkboard. "That's important."
He went through every chapter of the book, giving a few sentences of explanation out of each. "And there you have it," he finished. "Chemistry." Then he poured some baking soda and vinegar into the paper volcano and watched as foam bubbled out and spilled onto the floor. "See? Nothing to it. Any questions?"
"Now, I want you to turn to page [handwavey] and answer questions 1, 3, 7, 11, 15, and 23. You may work in groups, if you'd like."
[Wait for OCD OCD up. Have fun!]
"Today, class," he said, as he tossed out the sign-in clipboard, "we're going to learn chemistry."
"Chemistry is what happens when you mix chemicals," Squall began. He then started flipping through the textbook and summarizing bits and pieces here and there. It was slipshod and haphazard, but it'd at least give the students some idea of what chemistry was about. Maybe. Possibly. Most of the time it sounded like Squall didn't really know what he was talking about.
When he got to the bit about the periodic table of the elements, he ripped the page with the diagram out of the book and taped it to the chalkboard. "That's important."
He went through every chapter of the book, giving a few sentences of explanation out of each. "And there you have it," he finished. "Chemistry." Then he poured some baking soda and vinegar into the paper volcano and watched as foam bubbled out and spilled onto the floor. "See? Nothing to it. Any questions?"
"Now, I want you to turn to page [handwavey] and answer questions 1, 3, 7, 11, 15, and 23. You may work in groups, if you'd like."
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One of these days, he'd learn not to needle Squall. This was not that day.
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(Well, okay, that makes sense.)
"Well, aren't YOU special?"
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