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fandomhigh2007-12-17 10:01 am
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Keeping Your Wits About You... [Monday 2nd Period 10-11] Class # 15 The Final
Wilson stood waiting for his class to file in as per usual on a Monday morning. There was an extra special spread of holiday cookies and other treats laid out for the kids and Wilson himself wore a bit of a melancholy smile as he sipped his coffee and watched.
As soon as everyone was in and settled, he started the final class.
"Well guys, it's that time. Final class of the term. I just want to say what a wonderful time I've had teaching you all and getting to first hand witness some of the amazingly creative ways you've all come up with for coping with what I've thrown at you this semester. It's been a lot of fun."
Straightening, he walked over to the chalk board and began to write.
"Here is your final scenario. You have blue books at your desk, please write me up an essay on how you would cope with the following scenario."
The Vending Machine ate my lunch!
[ooc: OCDson the way are up!]
As soon as everyone was in and settled, he started the final class.
"Well guys, it's that time. Final class of the term. I just want to say what a wonderful time I've had teaching you all and getting to first hand witness some of the amazingly creative ways you've all come up with for coping with what I've thrown at you this semester. It's been a lot of fun."
Straightening, he walked over to the chalk board and began to write.
"Here is your final scenario. You have blue books at your desk, please write me up an essay on how you would cope with the following scenario."
The Vending Machine ate my lunch!
[ooc: OCDs
Re: The Final
mostly handwavy because her mun couldn't come up with anything cracky, woeessay that detailed how she wasn't sure she wanted food that came out of a machine like that, but that if it was her only choice, she'd have to admit that kicking it a couple of times would be her first recourse, followed by a more sensible second plan of tracking down someone from this century who knew something about machines and the inner workings thereof, and could possibly pull the machine apart and retrieve her lunch for her.