fandomhigh | Food Appreciation [Class One, Period #3]

When the students came into the classroom today they would notice that it was set up like a usual classroom except for a loooooooong table in the front of the room. It was covered in all sorts of food. Seriously. A ridiculous amount of food. Marshall was standing beside it, eying the food hungrily. He couldn't wait until it was time to eat. When it looked like everyone was in the room, Marshall tore his attention away from the food and onto the students.

"Hi guys. For those of you who don't know, I'm Marshall Eriksen and this is Food Appreciation," he said with a smile. "This class is exactly what it sounds like. We're here to appreciate food. I tried to make it seem like there's rhyme or reason to this class and we're not just stuffing our faces but...we're here to stuff our faces. Don't tell the principal."

"Your T.A. for this class is Miss. Peters. She's pretty much awesome and she's perfectly capable of taking over the class if I'm not here," he said, smiling over at Francine. "Some of you guys look familiar and some of you are new to me so let's start today with some introductions. Just give me your name, your favorite food and tell me something about yourself. I'll go first. I'm Marshall, and, yes, just call me Marshall. Mr. Eriksen still weirds me out. My favorite food is any type of candy and I'm married to Ms. Aldrin, who is another teacher here. And, um...I've won a slap bet. Okay. Who's next?"

After the introductions Marshall clapped his hands together and pointed at the table of food. "Okay, today we're going to start with the most obvious food to start with: breakfast. It is the most important meal of the day. There is nothing worse than going through a day without breakfast. I guarantee you ninety percent of the time when you run into a grumpy person during your day they are grumpy because they didn't have a good breakfast. Eat it. Every day. It can be simple, some cereal, some fruit, yogurt. You won't regret it."

"Now we've got a ton of breakfast food that I got the cafeteria to mix up. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles..." Marshall said, pointing at the various stuff on the table. "We're also getting New York with the bagels and lox and--ooh, there's a strip steak. Steak and eggs are the best. And oh! For you guys going to college: leftover pizza. Trust me, get used to it. Don't heat it up. You're most likely going to eat it cold."

"Okay, so there's plates and silverware up here and juice, coffee and other drinks in the back," Marshall said. "Get eating. Talk to each other about breakfast food."

Yep. This was going to be the best class ever.

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"You might be right, but I don't think I could ever pull it off," Sam said, running a hand through his hair self-consciously. "I'm Sam, by the way. Dean's my brother."

"Yeah, I noticed the Winchester last name." Priestly offered his hand. His nails were painted black. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," Sam said, doing his best to not start staring again. "Does it take you a long time to get ready every day? I mean, I'm just wondering."

Yes. Priestly spent more time in front of the mirror in the morning than probably about half the girls on the island did.

"Nah. Just gel the hair up, pick a shirt, and go."

And put on eyeliner, sometimes. Ponder body jewelry options. Pick a hair color. Check his nails. Trim his sideburns. . . .

"Are all your shirts that entertaining?" Sam asked, pointing to the message he had going today.

"I like to think so." Priestly shrugged. "I was pretty sure I was gonna get tossed out of class for the one I wore yesterday, but the teacher just kinda glared."

"Most of the teachers here are pretty laid back," Sam said. "You'd have to do a lot to get kicked out. Just be careful if you're taking Ethics."

"Not in that one. I've got sex ed on Mondays, this class Tuesdays, and P.E. on Fridays."

"That's not a bad schedule. I've got this, and three classes on Thursday too. That'll be my fun day of the week."

Priestly opened his mouth and shut it a few times.

Three classes = fun day. Does not compute.

". . . Okay then."

Sam knew he sounded like a geek, but sometimes he didn't mind.

"If you ever want to check out the library, come by on a Wednesday, because that's when I work," he said.

Priestly nodded. "I might do that. And, hey, I just got a job at the diner on Thursdays, so if you want a sandwich. . . ."

"Once I'm done slaving away in class?" Sam said, grinning. "That would be awesome."

"Exactly. Build your strength back up for all the partying ya gotta do to recover."

Sam thought about saying that he wasn't a party goer, but he figured that would only make him look like more of a dork. "That's true, especially since I have a four day weekend every week." That seemed like how Dean would think of it.

"That's the spirit, man." Priestly had an even lighter schedule, too. "So do people mostly just hang out, here, or is there actual partying happening?"

"Sometimes there are parties. People get really into birthdays here," Sam said. "But mostly, it's hanging out."

Priestly nodded. "Cool. I like hanging out better, anyway."

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