Library [09/07]

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Rory shuffled into the library with her laptop and several notebooks as well as highlighters, pens, pencils, protractors, erasers, and textbooks.

She actually had homework to do again. Best time of the year.

[SP from me until around 2 PM EDT!]

Science! (Thursday, Period 7)

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The science classroom was arranged as most science classrooms were - lab benches that seated two, facing a larger one and a chalkboard at the front of the class. Shelves and cupboards were stocked with glassware and things floating in jars. There also appeared to be a pair of safety goggles with battery-operated wipers attached. A skeleton, jauntily arrayed in bowler cap and bowtie, hung from his stand in the front of the class.

Shortly after the bell, a short figure with frizzy red hair flounced into the room, giving the impression that she was on the verge of a pirouette. Her dress was covered in a print of various scientific paraphenalia - beakers, flasks, bunsen burners, elements, atoms, molecules, DNA, etc - and her shoes somehow managed to match. Miniature Erlenmeyer flasks dangled from her earlobes. There was a large iguana perched on her shoulder, although she didn't stay there long, scampering down the woman's arm onto the teacher's lab bench and then appeared to arrange a pile of papers.

"Good morning, class!" the woman trilled, clasping her hands together. "My name is Ms. Frizzle! Welcome to science! Oh, we are going to have such fun together, children! I will do my best to learn each and every one of your names and if - ah, thank you, Liz!" This was directed at the lizard, who had just handed her a class roster. Ms. Frizzle quickly read through the attendance, almost bouncing in place.

That finished, she turned her attention to whatever lesson she had in mind. Although 'mind' seemed to be a slightly loose term when applied to this woman. "Science!" she announced, unconsciously striking a pose. "It's all around us! You might not think about it, but it's there! From the chemistry involved in making your breakfast waffles to the physics in making the bus run, to the way the beam your flashlight works! It's all science and it's wonderful!" Another pose and almost-pirouette.

"This year we will be having a science fair! I want you all to find a partner and use this class to talk about your projects! You don't have to decide on a topic yet, but I want you all to get to know each other - if you don't already - and get to know me! And there's no better way to do that then to jump right in!"

You know all those exclamation points that the Power Rangers are alloted? Ms. Frizzle has been siphoning their supply.

[[*strokes everyone's childhoods* Please to be seeing this for my availability. OCD a-comin' here, yo.]]

The Philosophy of Values: The parallels between the Medical and Magical Communities.

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Thursday Period 3 (10-10:50am)

Wilson had decided to set his classroom up in the style he was familiar with from when he taught back at Princeton Plainsborough and so it was laid out in a tier auditorium style the way the medical classrooms had been set up. This also allowed him to run slides up on a white screen rather than subject the kids to his handwriting, which even for a doctor, was horrific.

This morning, he was already in the classroom, seated behind the desk, sipping on a tall mug of coffee and flipping through a book. On the desk sat, not brownies but a full spread of bagels, creamcheese (plain, almond, veggie), lox and coffee for any weary souls still in need of a pick me up. As the students came in and settled, Wilson checked his watch then quickly reviewed the sign in sheet before standing up.

“Good morning.” He began with a smile.

( Walking around to the front of the desk, he waited for the students to quiet, then began to talk. )

In the last few minutes of class, Wilson handed out the the syllabus as he spoke.

"For your homework, I want you to think about what we discussed in class today and also start reviewing the list of books on your syllabus or start thinking up a text you might like to use for your project. I'm going to want to start getting a list of who is taking what text together not next week but the following week's class."

[ooc: Obviously there will be much handwavey of the actual reading and writing up of the project but have fun with it! :D]

Finishing with the syllabus handing, he walked up to the chalkboard and tried to write out in a legible manner.

"Also my office hours are Mondays 9:30am-11:30am, Thursdays 11:00am-1:00pm and of course by appointment. You'll find my phone numbers on the syllabus, don't hesitate to call if you need to and please if you know you're going to be out of class due to parent, gremlin or zombie attack, please let me know."

[ooc: Please wait for the OCD threads up! Class in session]

Office Hours (Wednesday, 9/7/06)

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Jenny started up her laptop, set coffee to brew, and then settled down to log in and work on some research. Maybe she'd be able to find a reference to something similar to what Su had going on. Or maybe not. Hard to know without setting up search parameters and seeing what came up, though.

Her office door is open, though, and she's interruptible.

Applied Science, Week 1, Thursday 2nd Period

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Billy rubbed the bridge of his nose anxiously, leaning against the edge of his desk at the front of the room as he waited for class to begin. He greeted each student with a smile and a nod as they entered, and was all-business when the bell finally rang.

"Good morning, class!" he greeted. "My name is Billy Cranston, and I'll be teaching Applied Science - as if that wasn't obvious. I've earned my doctorate in Physics, but if you call me 'Doctor' I won't really like it. Billy is fine."

He tried not to pace, picking up a notebook that was sitting on the desk behind him. "Today is going to be a pretty easy day. All I really want from you is an introduction and why you're taking this class. Mostly," Billy smiled sheepishly, "because I had a spectacular computer glitch this week and lost my entire syllabus. So next week we'll begin real classes, and before that I'll make sure everyone recieves a copy of the syllabus. Now! Let's begin."

Dance 1, Period 5 Thursday

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The first thing the students would see upon entering the dance studio was the row of mirrors facing them and the hardwood floor.

The second, and very out of place thing, they would have seen was the black-clad man to their side standing next to a guitar case. As they passed, he indicated that they should take a syllabus from the small table next to them and sit down.

"Buenos dias. Welcome to Dance. If you absolutely must know, the name the school has me under is," he grimaced, "El Mariachi. El for short. But that is all rather irrelevant as, to you, I am Professor."

He popped his neck. "Alright then, let's begin."

( Lecture time )

( Gender logistics )

If you have any questions, or indeed, any suggestions on how this problem could be handled, please feel free to tell me.

Now, let's start with introductions. Tell me who you are, where you are from, and why you are taking this class.

Lunch-Thursday

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Constant Vigilance 2, Session 1. Friday Sept 8th, Period 4

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For anyone who took the summer session of Constant Vigilance, the classroom was very, very familiar. The large teacher's desk, complete with cobbled together holo-project sat at the front of the room, and it was now even larger and more glowy in bits. The student chair-desks were in a half circle, the open end facing the front of the room.

The Doctor, in his casual slacks, jumper, and leather jacket, stood in front of the desk, tossing a metallic ball up and down in his hand. After everyone signs in and gets situated, the Doctor slams to metallic ball down onto his desk with a rather loud crack.

"Now that I've got all your attentions, please allow me to introduce myself. While I could go for the pop culture reference and say I'm a man of wealth and taste, I myself will only... mention it in passing as to make the reference but make it seem like I'm not trying to. Right." He coughed. "I'm your teacher for this class, Constant Vigilance. As this is the second session of it, I labelled it with that number, two, and the subheading of 'Electric Boogaloo', mainly in reference to the infamous breakdancing film. But this class, however, is not about dancing or boogaloos of any sort. It's about the wide universe, and it's about the things that dwell in it."

He smiled and picked up the metallic ball he'd slammed on his desk. "The first rule of the universe is that you should never take things at face value. Is this some strange alien sports ball, or is it--" he peeled off the metallic skin, the tin foil in fact, to reveal that it is, in fact, a chocolate orange. As it blossoms out into the individual pieces, he starts the orange being passed around the half-circle. "Everyone gets a single piece," he said.

"Of course, the same applies to aliens. Just because it has fangs dripping with venom doesn't mean it plans to bite you, and just because its saying 'We come in peace' doesn't mean it doesn't have a death ray hidden behind its back. The key, of course, is knowing when things are what they are, and when they are not."

"And on this front, we're going to have a little getting to know each other activity. I'm sure some of you have done this before, and that will only make it more interesting. We'll be going around the room, and everyone will be saying their name, where they're from, and then three things about themself."

He raised a finger. "The catch is, of course, that two of the things are the truth. One of them is a lie. We'll all be guessing as to which the lie is, of course. And I'll even start things off--"

After the activity, the Doctor clapped and rubbed his hands together. "That's actually all I have for today, me. But I do have a totally handwavable assignment for you all. First Contact, we'll call it. Go out, find someone you've never talked to. Maybe you've seen them around, but you don't even know their name. Go up. Introduce yourself. Ask if they'll join you in a game of tiddlywinks or something. The idea is to get to know them. Maybe make a new friend, even. Just go out, and make contact. It's a good exercise, I think. And if you could write up a short description of the experience or again, handwaveyness to turn in next week, that'd be fantastic."

He smiled. "That's it, then. If anyone wants to stay after to ask a question of me, that's great. And please remember that Mister Harkness is my TA, so he's practically an extension of me, for practicality's sake. I'm sure you'll find him friendly and accomodating. You're all free to go, now. Toodle-loo and all that."

[ooc: Wait for OCD, please. ETA: Up and ready!]

Energy and Fitness Week 1: Friday (First Period)

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The class room was sparse just a plain desk, no posters on the walls or anything. Just the black board up in the front with the name of the class and instructions to sign in and be seated until the teacher returned and further instructions for the TA's to pass out the syllabus.

A few minutes passed.... then about fifteen minutes passed. Just about the time when people were probably thinking about leaving, Yondaime appeared in the doorway in a puff of smoke and walked in with a smile. "Sorry for being late," he said with no further explanation as to his lateness, moving to the front of the class and looking everyone over for a moment.

"Welcome to Energy and Fitness. I am your instructor, Yondaime. You may call me sensei, Yondaime, or any combination thereof if you want me to respond." He paused a moment, looking like he'd lost his train of thought. "So! Yes, this class, as the syllabus says, will cover quite a few things, but mostly how to enhance your body's natural energies to be able to do some amazing things." A grin spread on the blond's face. "Like so," he said as he held a hand up to his face and was suddenly at the back of the classroom behind everyone.

"Granted, that's something a little higher level than what I'll be teaching here, but I'm sure you get the idea." He shrugged and returned to the front of the classroom the normal way; by walking. "This is going to be an action orientated class, so we will be outdoors most of the time, though I'm still not sure where..." Yondaime said thoughtfully, tapping his chin as he trailed off in thought. "But I'll let you know where we're going to be every week." He shrugged.

"Today's class is going to be very simple; we're only introducing ourselves so we all get to know each other, and I'll answer any questions you have about the syllabus. Please go easy on me though. It's been a really long time since I taught this many students." He laughed nervously.

[ooc:Wait for OCD Good to go!]