Good Omens...And Bad: Prophecy in Theory and Practice, Lab Eleven

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Friday, December 1, Second Period

More fresh-baked goodies today. Gingerbread cake, apple spice bread, several varieties of scones and muffins. And of course the required hot beverages. The classroom rather smells like a coffee shop.

Aziraphale seems a great deal less fidgety than on Monday. In fact, he looks downright pleasantly distracted, and is humming to himself whenever he isn't lecturing. Probably you don't really want to know the reason for this, though.

LECTURE: "Today we're going to study my personal favorite type of divination: tea reading. Although you heretics in the class may use coffee grounds if you like. On the table you'll all find several handouts on reading tea leaves. It's somewhat like dream analysis in that there are particular meanings associated with the shapes or symbols you'll find in the leaves.

I would like each of you to please drink a cup of tea or coffee, and then have your partner use the leaves or grounds when you're finished to conduct a reading."

[OOC NOTE: The links above do provide lists of symbols and meanings, so you're welcome to create your own reading. Or, use this link to generate a random online reading. (Yes, you can get an online tea reading. Don't ask.)]

SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT: "You should all have handwavily received a packet regarding our class's participation in the upcoming school pageant. I'm certain you're all as excited as I am to have this opporutnity, and I'm only sorry that I won't be there to see it. However, we will have a rehearsal in class on Monday. So I'll need to speak with Mr Sandburg and Mr Dean Winchester regarding costumes and choreography, Mr Conner regarding the choral arrangements, and also Miss Halliwell, Miss Longstocking and Mr Joxer regarding the solo performances. Please let me know if you know you're going to be unable to participate."

[ooc #1: I'm going to send out emails regarding the pageant over the weekend. The details of the Prophecy class's presentation can be found here. Also, please please please! If you can't or don't want to be one of the "volunteers" listed above, let me know and I'll make the necessary changes!]

[ooc #2: Please wait for OCD threads are up, I will see you all in the morning.]

Constant Vigilance 2, Session 12. Friday the 30th, A Classroom. Period 4

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The Doctor stood in front of the class, blowing a large pink bubble.

That's right, the Doctor was chewing gum. In class. After everyone had settled into their seats, he popped one final time and then got very grim in his expression.

"Daleks. Evilest thing I know in the universe, and I happened to meet Satan himself a few days ago. Created by a scientist twisted both mentally and physically by a horrible war. Created in his own image, with his own angry hateful mentality. His name was Davros, a Kaled from the planet Skaro. His creations were the new level of his race, or so he claimed. The Daleks. They lived to hate, to kill, to conquer."

The Doctor hit a button on the projector and a Dalek appeared before the class. Like a pepper pot with a sink plunger, a whisk, and ball on the end of a short stick jammed in it in various places.

"Sure, looks like a botched attempt at a Galaxy Quest robot, but nothing will strike fear deeper into your heart than one of these things chasing you down a corridor shouting 'exterminate' over and over. The gun, there, the whisk looking thing, has multiple modes of fire that can kill you in multiple ways. The manipulator arm, while good for unclogging a toilet, is also good for crushing a man's face or breaking electronic locks or various other things that your average plumber's plunger can't even dream to do."

The Doctor passed out a packet of information.

"Now I could go on for hours about these evil, evil creatures. But a personal tirade is not as educational as one would hope. As it stands, I should probably stand down and let you kids talk things over. No special questions or issues to bring up, but there will be a special guest or eight next week. Be prepared to, well, be very confused. Alright, discuss, chat, etcetera. Go on."

[ooc: Light day thanks to omgwtftrolls. OCD up!]

Library [12/1]

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Sam carefully balanced his books, notebook, and coffee as he went to open the library.

Health, 12/01, Period 2

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Elliot looked slightly frazzled as she stood before the class. "Hi! Somehow, it has been over a month since we started the sex ed unit, between one thing and another." And her fear that if she tried teaching it again, she'd heave a nervous breakdown. "We're wrapping it up today, and then next week we move into our final unit for the semester, which is a quickie first aid course."

( Fairly work-safe, but cutting just in case. )

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It's zee begeenning ooff December! Chreestmes und snoo fur iferybudy!

Tudey's Menoo:

-Meetlueff

-Meshed Putetues

-Seled

-Cuukeees

Student Council [lunch]

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"Mr. Lyman has abandonded us for a far more interesting election and political world, at least for this semester, and so I'll be taking over running these meetings. J,GOB is supporting this meeting through donuts and other random baked goods." Alanna pointed at the two boxes on the desk. "We have nothing major coming up, s'far as I know. So the floor is open to whatever there is to actually discuss. Um...I don't know, upcoming events, Jamie's thing, whatever." She made a flapping motion with her arms. "Go for it."