Library [12/07]

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Rory toddled into the library and planted herself behind the desk, as per usual.

However, today, she had more books than anyone really needed ever.

Philosophy of Values: Thursday Period 3 - Class #13

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As promised, there was hot chocolate to go with the pastries and doughnuts that Wilson had brought in for his class. As for Wilson himself, he was sitting behind his desk, nibbling on half a dry bagel and drinking what looked like a container of juice. He also had sunglasses on.

It was a fashion statement. It was a fashion statement that said ‘why yes, indeed I am hungover, thank you for asking, and now please stop breathing so loudly’.

When the students were settled down in their seats, Wilson tossed his quarter nibbled bagel into the trash and stood up, hugging his orange juice like a life line.

“Morning.” He said in a soft voice that still managed to carry through the whole of the room.

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[ooc: OCDs are on the way up! Class is in session!!]

Dance, Thursday, 5th Period

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"We'll continue our practice of the Sugar Plum Fairy dance," El said as the class entered. "Next we will returned to our regular scheduled dancing lessons, once I have decided which dances to cut and which to keep. If you're all ready," he continued as he picked up his guitar and tuned it. "We'll begin."

War Theory, Thursday, 4th Period

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( Honor refilled her hot chocolate... )

[OCD threads coming up.]

Ethics [Thursday, December 7th, 6th period]

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Krycek waited until everyone had taken a seat before he addressed the class. "So we've covered six of the seven sins," he said. "And now we're on the very last, which apparently was near and dear to our teacher's heart since he devoted an entire class period to it."

He pointed at the board, where WRATH was written in large block letters. "Wrath or anger - an emotional response to a grievance, generally based on the perception of a threat, real or imagined.

"The focus on the syllabus is 'Losing your temper is a good thing'." Krycek smirked. "So tell me why that might be, or why you think he believed that. Or go ahead and argue against it, since I know you will anyway."

[ooc: Wait for the OCD is go. Omg I am so tired, but I'm going to try and respond to you guys as much as possible, honest.]

Science! (Thursday, Period 7)

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"Good afternoon, class!" Ms Frizzle today was wearing an apron over her dress and a giant white Chef's hat nodded on her head. "Next week is the science fair! I hope you've all been working very hard on your projects and I'm sure they're going to be great! But, as today is our last real class together before the exam, we're going to have some fun and bake a cake! Wahoo!"

She flounced over to her lab bench, which had all the ingredients and tools laid out - as well as a very small school bus which was looking distinctly miserable. "Poor thing's caught a cold," she explained. "Too much playing in the snow. Now, class -"

She was interrupted as the bus gave a wriggle, then a jump, and then SNEEZED.

And suddenly the entire class was miniature-bus sized.

Ms Frizzle peered up at the now-giant Liz. "Alright, class! Time to take chances! Get messy! And make - a cake! Everyone to the bus!"

[[I, um . . . I have no excuse. Many apologies. OCD coming up, and yes, non-Science! students are welcome to compete in the science fair, please see OOC note.]]

Applied Science - Thursday - Period 2

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When the students file into the room today, there's no one at the front of the room. In fact, no one enters the room until the students have taken their seats and are beginning to wonder if a teacher would be showing up.

That's when someone cartwheels into the room, managing to knock over erasers, beakers, and books on the way to toppling over the desk.

She pops up quickly.

"I meant to do that." She takes a moment to eye them all. "My name is...Mary Katherine Gallagher. And I'm your substitute for...this class."

Mary Katherine looks around, trying to figure out what this class actually was. And that's when her hands wandered under her arms.

"So, today, we're gonna learn about science! Science science science!"

When the students didn't react, Mary Katherine scowls at them in a very manly way before whipping handouts at them.

"Go do this thing or something," she snaps. And then, without warning, she hops up into the air, hands high, legs doing air splits and yells, "Superstar!"