Library [09/21]

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Rory sleepily toddled into the library, and immediately set herself up behind the desk with her coffee and her laptop.

Not, you know, together. Because there were keys and liquid and no.

(no subject)

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Philosophy of Values - [class 3 - 9/21]

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After last week’s class, Wilson had been fairly quiet the following week caught up in his own thoughts about the class and a few other events that had come in the form of phone calls he’s never comfortable receiving. So his expression was rather distant and pensive as the class convened.

However, probably due to angelic intervention there was still a pot of tea and a spread of yummy looking pastries for the kids as they came through the door. As with his humor class, next to the pastries was the sign in sheet and then a small box for the turning in of homework. Also there were handouts on the front of the desk with instructions for the students to pick them up.

As soon as everyone was settled, Wilson gave himself a shake and his focus came completely to the class.

Lecture:

( “Good morning. )

[ooc: Please wait for the Wee beloved OCD threads are up, have at!!]

Science! (Thursday, Period 7)

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"Good afternoon, class!" Ms Frizzle greeted them brightly as the class filed in. Today's dress looked like a walking ad for the Skydome, covered as it was in baseballs, baseball bats, and baseball diamonds. Small softballs dangled from her ears to complete the outfit.

"Today we'll be talking about motion!" she announced, pacing in front of the class and slipping suddenly, windmilling for a moment before catching herself. "Whoops! Not enough friction there! Sometimes friction, the force of my foot against the floor, for example, is a good thing." She stopped by one end of her lab bench and thrust a finger in the air. "Liz, slide me the book on motion!"

The lizard obliged, pushing a heavy volume towards the woman. And although she pushed so hard she flopped over onto her scaly stomach, the book stopped sliding halfways across, stil out of reach of the teacher.

"And," Ms Frizzle continued, a worrying smile beginning to spread across her face, "Sometimes it isn't." She picked up the book and began flipping through until she reached the page she was looking for. She held up the book, displaying a picture of a baseball diamond. "Imagine, children, a world without friction! You wouldn't be able to do this -" she jumped to the left, and took another step to the right "- or this -" she hopped a few steps of the Schottishe "- even if it would be easier to do this!" And she executed a Risky Business-esque slide across the front of the classroom.

She stopped. "I know!" she said suddenly. Her earrings began to glow. She snapped the book closed, thrust one hand in the air, and began marching out of the classroom. "Everyone to the bus!"

[[As always, OCD coming. Today's a big one. PLAY BALL!]]

War Theory, Thursday, 4th Period

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Honor stood in her usual position at the front of the room, again clad in her uniform, and Nimitz perched in his usual position on her shoulder. Behind her, on the screen, a map of ancient Athens and Sparta was visible; on the table to her left, the sign-in sheet waited, along with offerings of coffee, hot chocolate, water, and light snacks. A small tray of celery had been placed on the desk behind her.

( 'Let's be about it.' )

She took a seat among the students and participated in the discussion. As the class drew to a close, she rose from the desk chair, moving back to the front of the room. "That should do it for today. Thank you all for your participation, and I look forward to discussing Sun Tzu with you next week. Dismissed."

[OCD threads coming up! See you in class! =)]

Announcements, Thursday Afternoon

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"Attention students," Zoe said, after getting the PA system to finally behave for her. "I am pleased to announce that the following students have been elected to serve on this semester's Student Council:

Freshmen:
Marie D'Ancanto
John "JD" Dorian
Jamie Madrox

Sophomores:
Tyler Durden
Pippi Longstocking
Layla Williams

Juniors:
Isabel Evans
Peter Parker
Peter Pevensie

Seniors:
Charlie Kawalsky
Alanna Trebond
Elizabeth Weir

Thank you all for voting, and special thanks goes out to all of you who ran."

Applied Science - Week 3 - Thursday P2

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((ooc: my apologies for the lateness;, and I just got a confirmed date on my computer getting here: September 26.))

As the class assembled, Billy was taking stock of the things he had at the front of the room. Building materials - wood, glue, nails (and hammers), paper, pens, all kinds of little decorative things, and a box on the floor full of little baggies with 4 wheels in each.

With a grin, he looked at the class. "Hi, class, welcome to applied science once again. This week, we're going to do a little more with the application of Newton's Laws - in a fun way. There's no lecture, because you need all the time of this period to build your cars, and then we're going to race at the end of class."

He picked up a pre-constructed frame, just five pieces of wood glued-and-nailed together to make a square with a dowel fixed across it near one end. With wheels at each corner of the square. "Everyone - or at least every team - is going to make one of these. What else you put on it is up to you, except the motor. Your goal here is to make the most aerodynamic rubber-band powered vehicle you possibly can. Whoever makes the fastest one will win a prize."

Moving to his desk, Billy picked up another bag - this one of rubber bands. "These are the most important thing about your vehicles. Everyone will be using the same propulsion, meaning it's the variations in your car types that will decide whose car goes far - and whose doesn't." He attached the rubber band to the framework of his cart, winding the dowel and then setting the cart on the floor. It zipped across the floor at a decent enough speed, coming to a stop around the last row of desks.

"Decide if you're going to work in teams or alone, and come up and get your supplies. We'll be racing for the last fifteen minutes of class. Let's get building!"

((ooc: wait for ocd is up!))