Ethics [Thursday, November 30, 6th period]

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Krycek was there before class started, drinking coffee and looking over the helpful notes Vader had left for his use. He was getting rather used to having classes abandoned to his care partway through the curriculum.

As soon as everyone was seated, he stood up and got everyone's attention. "Some of you may have noticed that your Ethics teacher isn't here, and as much as you might miss him, I decided to forego wearing the bucket over my head just to console you.

"Continuing from last week, we're talking about a new set of the Seven Deadly Sins," he said, pointing to the board where they were written in large, neat lettering. "Lust, sloth and greed - or avarice, if you prefer. Dictionary definition is, of course, available in the dictionary down in the library if you don't know what that means."

Krycek shrugged at everyone. "Since I'm not exactly going to be inspiring the kind of discussion we've been having in this class so far, why don't we just make Vader a point of discussion. Was it one of these sins that contributed to his amazing lack of sense of humor? Which of these three your vice of choice?"

[OOC: OCD is coming soon up. Around all day, feel free to make things difficult for Krycek for being the Ethics TA :)]

Philosophy of Values: Period 3 - Class # 12

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Wilson was standing at the front of the class, next to a tray of pastries and baked goods. He was sipping on coffee and wearing a particularly evil little grin. Next to him, was a stack of blue books.

As soon as the students were seated, Wilson pushed away from the desk and picked up the stack of blue books.

“Good morning class. Well, for those of you who have been following the syllabus, this won’t come as a complete surprise that indeed, we have a ‘pop’ test.”

Cue groans and flailing.

“Well, what can I say…questions like the ones we’ve been discussing in class rarely give you a heads up before they descend upon you. Now, you’ll have the entire class period to take the test. I’ll be putting the questions up on the overhead shortly. There are 21 questions; I want you to answer ten, in your blue books, please.”

After he had all the books handed out, Wilson headed back down to the front of the classroom where he flicked on the overhead projector and put up a film with the following questions listed on it.

( The Test )

[ooc: OCDs are on the way up! Come take a test. :D]

Library [11/30]

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Rory decided to do her Christmas cards early this year, so when she stumbled into the library that morning, she had a stack of those as well as her coffee and laptop.

(no subject)

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Science! (Period 7, Thursday)

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The fact that Ms Frizzle's dress today was camouflage-print and a WWII-era helmet perched on top of her frizzy curls might have been slightly less worrying if not for the stack of blueprints of what looked like heavy artillery on the lab bench in front of her. But first . . .

"Hello, class!" Clap hands together. "Oh, I've missed you! I am very sorry for having been away for so long, but I've heard that the substitutes did very well and you all behaved!" Stand en pointe for no apparent reason. "And I hope you've all been thinking about your projects for the science fair, because it is the week after next If you need any help, remember that you can come see me in the lab on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday!" She bounced forward, her helmet slipping to the side, and quickly righted it.

"As you'll remember, class, we were talking about forces and motion at the beginning of the year. Today, you'll get to put some of those ideas into practice! We're building marshmallow shooters!" She gestured at the stack of blueprints. "I have several ideas to get you starts off. You can use air pressure, you can build a trebuchet, a slingshot, anything at all that will fire a marshmallow any great distance. Work together to come up with more ideas. And when you're ready, see Liz for some ammo and then let 'er fly! WAHOO!"

[[I'm back! OCD up in a moment! Wahoo!]]

War Theory, Thursday, 4th Period

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She was clad in her Grayson uniform today, bright blues standing out strongly against the neutral khaki of the beach and the stark black of the Tankersley beyond. Her combination cover was on the sand next to her feet, and Nimitz hovered just inside the cabin of the ship, avoiding the graininess and moisture of the sand. Brown eyes followed a stone as it skipped a few times across the channel before disappearing into the murky waters of the Potomac.

“Good morning,” she said, squinting slightly at the late morning sun. “We’ll be departing shortly, but I wanted to ( speak with you for a few moments before we board... )

Drawing in a deep breath, she tucked her combination cover under her arm. “Now, with that depressing bit of business out of the way, we should really be leaving.” She gave the widest smile most of her students had ever seen before turning and leading the way to the Tankersley.

[...now in the right place. OCD threads coming up! Arrival thread will be on fh_trips, and I will edit the entry to provide a link once that is done.]

Newspaper Staff Meeting, 4pm FHT, Journalism Room

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Rory was there, as per usual.

The coffee was there, as per usual.

The couch? Also there.

Really, everyone knows the routine now, right?

Applied Science - Thursday Period 2

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There's a smiling man standing at the front of the classroom when the students enter. His name, MR BELDING, is written in large scrawl across the chalkboard.

Once everyone has been seated, he claps his hands once and moves towards the rows of desk.

"Good morning, everyone. My name is Mr. Belding," he said. "I will be your substitute for this class today."

He waited just in case anyone had any questions.

"Now, I know what you're all thinking. Science is boring and boo on science," Mr Belding said, fingers waving in the air. "Well, I'm here to tell you that you can't spell science without...nice." That had sounded better when he'd rehearsed it last night. "There are so many things to do with science. If I'd had the time, I would've brought one of my former pupils with me to tell you how he used science to torment me on a semi regular basis."

Mr. Belding frowned briefly before pepping up again. "Today's activity is a simple yet fun one. Today, we are going to create a Puff Mobile!. So, pair up or work alone, read the hand out, use your supplies and have fun!"

Dance, Period 5 Thursday

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"Buenos Dias. I hope you're all feeling well. I know that some of you had an interesting break. Now, I have an announcement to make. Instead of following the syllabus, we will be diverging a bit to participate in the Christmas Paegent. Specifically, we'll be doing the "Sugar Plum Fairy" dance from the Nutcracker. Salsa style. It should be fun. We'll start learning today."

El pulled out a guitar and tuned it a bit. "Shall we begin?"

Thursday Morning - Announcements

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The first thing on the PA system this morning wasn't Hawkeye's voice.

"Bluuuuuue moooooon I saw you staaanding alooooone..."

As the microphone is yanked away, a screeching feedback echoes through the speakers around the school for a moment. This time it was Hawkeye. "Good morning oh favorite students of mine. This is Hawkeye speaking."

The unusual singing started again. "Without a dream in your heeeeeeaaaart, without a love of your oooooown..."

"I thought I'd have something witty to say, but nothing beats singing appliances. Yes, electrical items around the school are randomly singing. I've heard everything from Sinatra to opera to that milkshake song, so keep your ears out and, ah, try not to encourage them or they'll ask for tips."

"BLUUUUUUE MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!"

"Give it back!"

Cue thumping, wrestling sounds and more feedback before the microphone cut out.