School Announcements, May 3

[overlord-zordon.livejournal.com]

"Good morning, students. Alpha 5 has something he would like to say to you."

"I do? But Zordon, what do I . . . ay-yi-yi, oh, all right! Ahem. I apologize for alarming you all with my statement yesterday about legally binding marriages." The robot sounds like he's reciting something against his will. "I will make sure in future to do my research thoroughly and not cause unnecessary panic among the student body. Also, IwillmakesuretoshutoffthePAsystemattheappropriatetimeokaybye."

"Thank you, Alpha. I regret to inform you all that the standoff with the washers and dryers continues, and they not only refuse to name their terms, but they will not release any of the hostage clothing. Please be assured that negotiations are continuing at full strength, as the administration has no desire to allow involuntary public nudity to become a problem. We have, however, received another ransom note today."

There's a sound as if Zordon is clearing his throat, even though he doesn't have one.

"We, the united doors of the fifth floor, have also come to the conclusion that our services have gone without reward or recompense for far too long, and that this is a situation which must be remedied immediately. Some judicial research has led us to believe that there is not enough music in our lives. Make of this what you will."

There are several seconds' worth of muttering that is highly likely a string of curses in some obscure ancient language. "We apologize sincerely for this inconvenience for those of you who live on the fifth floor, and for the cryptic nature of the note. Anyone who figures out how to entice the doors to open is encouraged to share the solution with fellow students. Thank you, and attempt to have a nice day."

[OOC: Credit to bruiser_in_pink for the fifth-floor-and-Logan doors. As for knowing that you have to sing to them? Well . . . you'll have to deduce that from the clues in the note. Please see this post for details on the announcements for the rest of the week.]

Arthurian Traditions || 4th Period || Tuesday, May 2, 2006

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe is sitting on the edge of Camulus' desk. Every so often she taps on her cast. She is also in need of coffee.

The classroom looks different as Phoebe has taken most of his maps and books back to her dorm.

"Hey guys, just a reminder that your Final is on Thursday. Please pick up your Study Guides if you haven't already. I promise you that nothing on your final is anything that is not in those guides." She smiled slightly. "Sign in and use the rest of the period for review. Feel free to ask me any questions."

Period 1 || Celtic Studies || Wednesday, May 3, 2006

[sensethevisions]

The classroom looks different as Phoebe has taken most of Camulus' maps and books back to her dorm. She is sitting on his desk when everyone comes in.

"Today is your final," she says after everyone has taken their seats and begins passing out the test. "15 Multiple choice, 20 True or False and one essay question."

After she passes out the tests, the lifts the screen that had been covering the board.


( Essay Question )

(no subject)

[http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/]

Heppy Vednesdey stoodents! Yuoo're-a helff vey thruoogh yuoor lest veek ooff zee yeer! I'm joost nut soore-a iff thet's a guud theeng oor a bed theeng.

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Pheelly Cheese-a Steek Sundveeches

-Cheeckee Veengs

-Curly Fries

-Epple-a Pie-a

The Library is Open, 5-3

[swerval_zero]

Zero opened up the library. The last time she would ever do so. She gave a sad sigh as she opened the doors, and then was bombarded by The Library seeking vengeance.

"Okay, okay, I'll hit her with a stupid mallet," she promised. "Just let me get my work done first."

Shop Class Grades

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

To: Shop Class
cc: FH Office
From: mac@phoenixfoundation.gov
Subject: Shop Class Grades

( Dear class... )

Office Hours/Anthropology

[the-ascended.livejournal.com]

Well, even though he now only has the one anthropology student left, Daniel's still in his office, just in case.

He's grading Kiki's paper, and only getting slightly distracted by his list of things to do.

Which is getting longer and longer.

Advanced Journalism Final

[imanaturalblond.livejournal.com]

Rita lounged at the front of the room, nursing a headache. Projecting? Me? Surely you jest.

"Please turn in your final projects. You grades will be posted Friday afternoon."

She glanced at the three. "It's been a pleasure of sorts teaching you, I suppose. Best of luck. All of that. Three cheers, you're all jolly good fellows or some other such nonesense."

[Feeling marginally better. Will possibly be around for the rest of the evening, but if I drop out, assume I fell asleep or else my brain escaped through my face as it's been attemping to do.]

Magical Theory (Wednesday, 05/03/2006, 4th Period)

[romanywitch]

"Last call for final presentations," said Jenny.

OOC: Feel free to handwave, naturally. Please tell me what grade your character deserves for the course and the presentation.

Cultivation and Gardening: Final, 4th period

[notavegetarian.livejournal.com]

Zhaan was smiling genially, wrapped in a loose grey robe, one bunny slipper poking out from beneath. She had headphones draped around her neck, music sounding out tinnily. "Hello, class. I hope your day has been going well." She was glad to see they were all over being children. Not that they weren't still children in her eyes, but they weren't quite so small now.

"I hope you all remembered to bring your plants for me to look over." Handing out the finals, Zhaan gestured gracefully, "You have several days until the end of this class period to finish. I should have your grades by Friday, if you'd like to stop back here for one last meeting."

Settling back down at her desk, Zhaan began scribbling notes in the margins of a book.
( Read more... )

Tactics of War, Monday, 6 - 8 PM FHT

[harringtongreen.livejournal.com]

Honor is standing at the front of the room as always, though today she isn't wearing her uniform. Today, she's relaxed in cargo pants, a tee shirt, and a jacket, her long hair pulled back in a ponytail. A cup from The Perk is resting just to her right, the graded exams and sign in sheet to her left, and Nimitz is sprawled across the desk behind them. There are cookies on the table again, this time with cold sodas, milk, water, and hot chocolate.

In the classroom proper, there are medium-sized red bags on each desk -- one for each student. "If you'll come in and have a seat for just a moment, we'll make this a very short class. And we'll get to the bags shortly."

( War doesn't take place in a vacuum. )

"Your graded finals are here, on the desk." She lays a hand flat against them. "If you want them, pick them up on your way out. I'll be here for a few minutes to answer any last minute questions and discuss any thoughts concerning your papers. If not, good luck, and I hope I'm lucky enough to see you either this summer or in the fall.

"Class dismissed."

[Okay, crew. That's a wrap! Thanks for sticking with me. I hope you guys have enjoyed the conversations, and maybe you learned a little here and there? Drop a line if you have any questions or whatnot.

Props to Chris Heard, who runs Dystemporalia, where I snagged some of the card lists linked to up above. If you guys are interested and get the chance, you should try the game out some time. I'm still learning, but there's something really entertaining about having Queen Medb duking it out with Achilles or even Rob Roy MacGregor. There is, after all, a reason they call it "anachronism." Hee!]