Driver's Education - 3rd Period - 1/9

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As the students enter the classroom, they might notice the large number of motivational posters with large slash marks on them.

(Teach those damn kittens to keep hanging in there.)

And they might also notice the man in the red and black outfit, leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on the desk. He waited until all of the students were in the room before speaking.

"Good morning boys and girls! Welcome to Driver's Education," He said. "My name is Deadpool, call me that or Professor Wilson if you really feel the need to get all formal. Or Professor Deadpool. Oooo! I like that better. Call me Professor Deadpool."

He stood, passing out a syllabus to all of the students before moving back to his desk, leaning against the front of it. "I don't feel like teaching you kids anything today because it's the first class of the semester and nobody ever pays attention to those," Wade said. "Instead, I'm going to learn who all of you are. Unfortunately, not all of us teachers are telepaths and can just yank that information out of your fragile little minds. So I am going to have you all pick a partner, talk with them, and then tell me an interesting or insanely personal fact about 'em!"

At the end of class, just as everyone was filing out, Wade paused. "Oh yeah, my office hours are all day tomorrow. My empty, empty office is always open for your angsty teen drama needs."

( Class Roster )

[[ooc: Wait for the OCD Up!]]

Library - 1/9

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Isabel yawned when she opened up the library, still not quite back in the rhythm of the semester. Fortunately she had a very large mocha and her iPod to wake her up.

20th Century History, Tuesday, 6th Period

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Daniel is looking bright eyed and bushy tailed at the front of the classroom. This could have to do with the cup of coffee he's protectively craddling.

"Good afternoon," he said. "My name is Dr. Daniel Jackson and this is 20th Century History."

"I don't have an official syllabus; I prefer to keep this relaxed and see where everything takes us. If there's anything in specific you'd like to look at this semester, just let me know.

"To start, I'd like for you all to introduce yourselves and tell me why you decided to take this course. And here's a perfect opportunity to tell me what you'd like to study."

After the introductions were made, Daniel turned to the blackboard.

"Today, I'm going to start with looking at a number of events that happened during the first couple of years and then I'd like you to each pick an event, take a couple of minutes and flesh out a few more details on them. In 1900, there was the Boxer Rebellion in China and in the first of three deaths we're looking at today, Italy's King King Umberto I was assassinated. In academics, Max Planck formulated Quantum Theory and don't worry, I'm not expecting any of you to understand that, and Sigmund Freud published The Interpretation of Dreams.

"Continuing to 1901, Australia's colonies formed a Federation and the Commonwealth of Australia was formed. 1901 had a couple of firsts; the first Nobel prizes were awarded, and also, the first Trans-Atlantic radio signal was sent. Britain's Queen Victoria died this year, and US President McKinley was assassinated.

"Now. Hopefully one of those events will have interested you and if not, I'm sorry. Just a couple of details on whichever one you chose would be good, and then once you've presented, you're free to go."

Advanced Tactics, Tuesday, 7th Period (3:00 - 3:50)

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The Danger Room being the Danger Room, it tended to look different every time the students entered. In this particular instance, it had been made up to look like the briefing room on a Twentieth-century aircraft carrier. Images of Nelson’s ship, the HMS Victory, showed on one screen, and on the other, images of the HMS Gryphon, a superdreadnaught from Honor’s own Manticoran fleet.

A tall woman, clad in a flight suit stood at the front of the room. Two subdued stars were stitched onto her shoulders. Directly behind her was a man clad in black BDUs and capped with dark auburn hair. While he was several inches shorter than the admiral, the way in which he poised himself seemed to indicate a strong, wiry frame hiding beneath the uniform. His eyes scanned each student as they entered. The admiral passed a smile at him, then looked to the cat-creature, running hand over his cream and grey fur before turning her own attention to the students.

“Good morning,” she said, ( 'and welcome to advanced tactics...' )

[OCD threads coming up! Sorry for the delay - work called. =\ ]

Revolutions: Week 1 Period 5

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Aly perched on top of her desk, watching her students enter the classroom with a bit of a smile. She nodded to those she knew before and smiled at the ones who looked like they were probably brand new. Once everyone was seated, she stood up and leaned against the desk.

"Good afternoon. Some of you know me already, but for those of you who don't, I'm Alianne of Pirate's Swoop. You all can call me Aly, but if you're uncomfortable with that, duani is also acceptable." She grinned. "First person to call me Miss Aly, I get to demonstrate on.  This class is 'So You Say You Want a Revolution.'  If you're not interested in revolutions or you thought you were taking Home Ec - that was first period.  You missed it."

"During the term, we're going to talk about why formenting revolution can be a good thing.  We're going to discuss what revolutions can be used for, how they can be put together, and why a failed revolution can be just as effective."  She gazed at all of them with a slight smile.  "And yes, I still hate theory so practicalities will be covered.  Demolitions, weaponry, organisation, magic - or not, tactics."  She grinned.  "And my favourite, intelligence."

"Seven years ago, I helped organise a rebellion that put my Queen in power and have served as her Spymaster ever since.  Almost everything I'm going to be teaching you is what I learned during the rebellion and in the years since.  And if I didn't learn it there, it's something that was useful to me at the time."  She paused thoughtfully, stroking her black beaded necklace.  "In spying, your brain is almost everything - half of spying is half mental as I've said before.  But a single person can't put together an effective revolution.  But a single person can destroy one.  And a failed rebellion feeds only the ravens and Stormwings.  It's a dangerous game.  And one you have to commit to fully if you're going to succeed."

"So today, I'd like to get to know those of you I don't know already, and I'd like to hear what you think about revolutions and rebellions.  When are they appropriate, what would it take to rebel against the current power structure of your home country, society, or even this school."  She smiled mischievously.  "Zuko and Bridge are your TAs for this class.  They'll help me with many of the aspects so if you have any questions and I'm not around, feel free to ask them."

[OOC: And OCD is coming up...]

Period 3: Tuesday: Zen Computer Science

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Flynn sat with his feet up on the desk, waiting for everyone to saunter in to the computer lab.

Satisfied that everyone had settled in, he began.

( Thus begins the program... )

Home Economics, Tuesday, period 1

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Upon entering the class room, the students will see Emma standing by her desk, welcoming them all. She is dressed mundanely in a white corset, pants, boots and blazer. Well, mundane for her. Most of the other teachers probably didn't wield a riding crop.

There are six seven tables in the room, with three white boxes on each. In a pile on the middle of the tables are buttons, beads, sharpies, glitter, glue and other decorations. Emma points each student to a table after they've signed the sign in sheet.

When everyone that's going to arrive have, Emma smacks her riding crop against her desk to get everyone's attention and begins talking.

"Welcome to Home Economics! My name is Emma Frost, and I will be your teacher." She sighed for a moment. "I suppose I should tell you that I am a telepath, which means that yes, I really can read your filthy little minds.

Today you have all been given boxes. Decorate them in a way that will make you recognize them, as they will be kept in this room and you will use them to store things in. You will be given a new useful item for each class, and at the end of the semester the boxes will be yours to do with as you please."


(ooc: Syllabus and class list. Wait for the holy OCD is up! Come play!)

As seen on tv: Forensic Science, 1/9 5th Period

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When the students came into the danger shop they entered into a lab that seemed straight from the heart of a police department or right off the set of a TV show. There were computers, microscopes, containers and tubes and just about every forensic doodad that you could imagine. Abby stood at the door and handed labcoats to everyone and pointed them to a row of stools around the edges of the room.

"Hey guys, I'm Professor Abby and I'll be teaching you the basics of forensics science this semester. Since I would be bored out of my brain teaching you things on paper, we're going to take a more hands on approach. I'm assuming that at least most of you have seen a TV show were they solved the case by using forensic science. They matched the fingerprints on the gun. They traced the carpet fibers. They figured out whodunit by using forensics."

"In this class you're going to be learning forensics by doing the same thing as the scientists on those shows. You're going to solve a crime." Abby pulled her lab coat tighter and motioned to a door on one side of the lab. "Follow me."

As the students stepped from the lab they walked into a dark deserted parking lot. A single flickering street lamp illuminated one corner of the lot where a blonde girl lay half against a wall amidst broken bottles, trash and puddles of water.

"This is Isabel. She's dead." Abby said, stopping about halfway across the lot. From this distance they could see that Isabel was unmarked, but it was hard to tell in the light if she was breathing or not. All in all, a pretty convincing display. "You're going to try and figure out how she died and who killed her using what you know and my nifty handout. You can work alone or in pairs or teams. Whatever you want. This week we're going to be focusing on prints that aren't fingerprints."

Passing out the handouts, Abby continued talking. "You're in high school. I'm not expecting you to know everything yet. So don't worry about knowing how to do everything on the handout. When in doubt...ask a question. I'll be around and there's always Isabel. You'd be surprised at how talkative a dead person can be."

[ooc: ocd coming soon! OCD up! Play!]

Library [01/10]

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Bridge bounces in to the library with coffee, excited to be back for the first time since break!

Lunch - Wednesday 1/10

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Guud murneeng stoodents! Ve-a hefe-a reeched zee meeddle-a ooff zee furst veek! Unybudy dead yet? No? YEY!

Tudey's Menoo:

-Mecurunee und Cheese-a

-Seled

-Beked Beuns

-Ceke-a

Hunting 101- Class 1 (Wednesday period 7)

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When the students come in, they find a sign in sheet and a pile of handouts just inside the door with a sign that said "Sign in and take one."

Once everyone had done so and was settled, John leaned against the desk at the front of the room and regarded his students.

( Welcome to Hunting 101 )

At the end of the class, John collected the devices he'd shown the class and said, "Next week will be our first practical class and we will be meeting in the Danger Room. You'll get your first chance to track and dispose of a ghost. Everything you will need to know to do so was covered in this class," he grinned wolfishly, "so I hope you were paying attention."


[ooc: wait for the OCDs are up, go for it!]

Creative Writing, Period 6 1/10

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When the students come in they’ll see Yuki typing on a laptop. He seems to be paying very little attention to them as they come in. But as soon as most of them are there he stands and clears his throat. “Okay. My name is Yuki. Just call me Yuki. None of that Mister Yuki crap.”

“First thing you should know is that being a writer is a bad career choice. You slave away until you get famous by the smallest sliver of luck, then you work hard, go insane meeting deadlines, get ulcers and most of the good ones eventually end up committing suicide. And still most people only know your characters names and don’t care who you are anyway.”

He looks at the class with a bit of distain. “Well... that said, I want you all to write something that’s a page long. I don’t care what it is, I want to see where you all are... ability wise... Turn them in before the end of the class. Oh and if I can’t read it, then it’s a zero. So if you can’t print clearly by this age then you better start bringing a laptop.”

“I’ll give you feedback on them as soon as you give it to me. Or I’ll tell you in my office tomorrow, if you don’t feel like getting embarrassed in front of your classmates or something. I’ll be in there every Thursday by the way. In case you need to revise some writing for the later classes, since near the end of the year you’re going to be writing a short story.”

((OOC: Handwave any where you’d like, I don’t expect you to actually have to write anything in here, if you actually feel an urge to then you’re free to and I WILL actually have Yuki make comments, for those that don’t have that kind of time, feel free to either give me a short sentence with the topic and your characters writing ability and that’s all))

Spy Tech, Class One (10 Jan)

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Wednesday, January 10, Period 1

The classroom is arranged in a standard tiered format. At the front of the room is a large projection screen, and what is obviously the teacher's desk set off to one side. A small woman who may be in her sixties or seventies, dressed in a neat navy blue suit, is standing next to the desk. She has a stern expression, and watches each student carefully as they enter.

( Welcome to Spy Tech )

[ooc: A note about M: she's much nicer than she appears to be, although you'll have to look carefully to see past the stern exterior. And she means what she says, she will give out detention or other punishments liberally. However, I will contact the player OOC in advance if M decides detention is warranted. Also, any snarkiness on M's part is entirely IC, and does not reflect my own views as a player. :)

Please wait for the OCD threads are up. Have at!]

Syllabus
Class Roster
Linkdrop for classes

U.S. History- Wednesday 1/10- Period Three

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When the students arrived, they saw papers on the desks, each one bearing a name. They were seated in alphabetical order; how new and exciting!
As the start of class drew near, the teacher was still not in the classroom. The bell rang, and there was still no one to teach. But ten seconds later, a man flew in the door. He dumped his briefcase down on the desk, and straightened his tie. He took a second to pull out a seating chart, and set it down on his desk. He assumed the look of a lecturer, eyebrows slightly raised, as if to say “listen to this, it’s interesting.”

( Hello, class. I’m Mr. Charles Noblet... )

OOC: Wait just a minute for the OCD is set and class shall commence!