Lunch - Thursday 1/18

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Das Schnitzel, the Chef's number one chicken, was running the kitchen today. There was a sign beside her that read:
Chef mistook the oven for the dryer...again.
He's off buying new checkered pants.
We also couldn't use the oven.
Everything tasted like fabric softener.
Enjoy your lunch.

Today's Menu:

- Cereal

- Poptarts

- PB&J Sandwhiches

- Salad

- No-Bake Cookies

Library [01/18]

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Rory...may or may not have slept the night prior.

Didn't really matter when she had that much coffee fueling her.

Human Anatomy, 1/18, Period 3

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As the students filed in, Elliot fussed with an ivory-colored model skeleton. In an attempt at whimsy that might have failed, she had put a top hat on it and fastened a boutonnière to one rib.

"Hi, people, this is my second TA for the day, Mr. Bones, who is here to help me tell you about the human skeletal system -- which is kind of the framework that holds our entire bodies together. Mr. Bones -- who is, so you guys don't freak, just a model -- has about 206, well, bones, but I am not going to make you memorize every one of them just yet. But some of the more important bones in the front are the skull or cranium, the jaw or mandible, the sternum, the rib cage, the pelvic girdle, the humerus, ulna and radius in the arms, and the femur, tibula and fibula in the leg." She pointed to each part as she talked.

"If we spin him around, you can see the spine, the coccyx -- if you ever take yogilates, that's the "sit bone" -- and, because of the way he's hung, a better view of the bones in his hands and feet."

"Each of these bones is there for a reason." She went on to explain the intricacies of how the skeleton fit into a whole, possibly at slightly too much length, before pointing to the back of the room. "There are two model skeletons back there that have been taken apart -- it's your job to work as groups to wire them together by the end of class. And I wired another one up so you guys can make it do tricks, just please don't break it. For extra credit, there's a computer game you can try that's really more advanced than I expect you to be this week, but if you want to try it before next class, I will be all impressed with you."

"And don't forget to draw on the body tracings we made last week. You don't have to draw the whole entire skeleton, just part of it so you remember what we went over -- a skull or spine or coccyx or something."

"I think that's it for today; I'll be hanging out up here with Mr. Bones if you need me."

Film and Lit, 1/18/07, period 1

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There was a large pot of coffee in one corner of the room. There were cups, making it look at least like it was for everyone, but Daisy was definitely hovering over this part of the room, and seemed to be drinking rather a lot of the coffee herself.

"Hey, everyone. We're going to start right in, today, with a film that stars one of the few modern actors who's worth anything." She started passing out information sheets. "This is Edge Sprinter, based on a novel called Do Robots Dream of Fake Goats. Those are information sheets on both, along with a clip of the movie and a bit of the novel. It'd be great if for homework you guys were to try to read the book and/or watch the whole movie, but I'm not really expecting it."

Daisy hit the lights, and a twenty minute moddable clip of the movie started up. When it was done, she turned the lights back on. "Okay, for those who didn't fall asleep, let's start discussing. What did you notice about the movie? What were the themes? How are they different from the themes in the book excerpt? What wouuld you do differently?"

[ooc: I swear, the next class will be better. I've been distracted by shoulder issues and am in a bit of a rush to post this from work. OCD on its way is up.]

Guitar, Preiod 4 Thurdsay

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El was playing a quiet tune on his black acoustic guitar as the students filed in, seemingly not noticing them. There was a plate of freshly made tacos on the side for any who might want to pick them up.

When the last student had filled in, El stood up and faced the class.

"When I spoke to you all last, I said that I would have a syllabus for you. Unfortunately, if you are a fan of syllabi, I'm afraid that I lied. I tried strict syllabi for my two classes last year, and it didn't quite work out. I'm afraid that rigid, ordered structures simply don't work for me. However, this does not mean that there isn't a plan for this semester. Far from it. In fact, there are three plans for this semester."

El put the guitar in its case and slowly latched it up. He began walking between the student's desks, clinking as he went.

"This class will have three separate components. History of the Guitar. Playing of the Guitar. And Making of the Guitar. We shall alternate between these three subjects each week. Learning about the history, learning how to play or play better, and making a guitar. At the end of the semester, you will have three options for your final. You can either write me a research paper on some aspect of the guitar's history. You can play me a piece of your own choosing, although I will count you off if you try and pick something easy, unless you play it extremely well. Or you can build a guitar of your own.

Now, for today. If you know how to play guitar? Play something for me. Anything. If you don't have a guitar with you and want to play something acoustical, you may borrow mine. If you want to play something electric, Mr. Bernadette has graciously offered the use of his electric guitar.

If you don't know how to play guitar? There are guitars over there. Electric, acoustic, bass, many kinds. Go over and pick out something that you think fits you. This will be your guitar for the semester. And I expect all of you to practice every day. Then I'll spend the rest of the class showing you the basics. Everyone else, talk amongst yourselves about why you picked those songs to play.

And, just for record's sake, my office hours will be Wednesday afternoon."

Science! (Thursday, Period 7)

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Ms Frizzle and Liz were playing catch as the class arrived, her ensemble for the day having a definite baseball theme, from her dangling softball-shaped earrings, to her bat-and-diamond print dress. "Good afternoon, class!"

"Today is all 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 the end of her lab bench and thrust a finger in the air. "Liz, slide me my class notes"

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

"And," Ms Frizzle continued, a worrying smile beginning to spread across her face, "Sometimes it isn't. Hikaru, if you wouldn't mind, we'll need that book I leant you."

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!"

[[Thank you to everyone who offered their hugs, it means a lot. Things are being resolved, I'll try to pick up pings when I can. And yes, this lesson might look a little familiar. Please wait for the OCD. Play ball!]]

Sociology of Space Travel, Thursday, 6th Period

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Students arrived, finding Professor Roslin leant against the front of the desk, smiling at them as they entered. Her arms were folded across her chest, and her glasses dangled from her right hand. The sign in sheet was on the corner of the desk, just beyond her glasses; an empty “IN” basket sat next to it, ostensibly for the homework assignment from last week.

( A-L-I-E-N )

[OCD threads coming up. I'll also hunt up some links about the episodes Laura mentioned after I get home.]

US Government [Friday, January 19, 1st period]

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Josh was leafing through an old copy of the Congressional Record (because he's a dork like that) and mainlining coffee (because it was ridiculously early) when his government class arrived.

"Okay, before I can bore you all with American government, I need to give you some quick background." He clasped his hands together. "Prepare to be bored by Greek, Roman and early English government."

( And lo, Josh talked *forever*. )

"No homework tonight, but I want you to divide up into groups of two or three and discuss this question: Is direct democracy practical today? In a nation of almost 300 million people, is it possible to simultaneously gather all of their opinions? Also, who's cooler: Calvin or Hobbes?"

Yeah, he meant the comic strip. Josh was occasionally very, very odd.

[OOC: Up early because of work internetlessness of doom. Have fun!]

Tremble Foolish Mortals: The Gods and You , Class Two [Period 5, Thursday]

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Ares was lounging in his chair, feet up on the desk when the students came in. Once everyone was seated he stood and started lecturing.

"Afternoon, class, firstly I would like to inform you that I am taking detention this weekend, I plan on making it very memorable, and I would be pleased to add any of you to the festivities. Today we are going to talk about a subject very near and dear to my heart," he paused. "Me. Ares, God of War."

"Since I realise there is nowhere near enough time to cover this subject the way it deserves I am going to let you guys direct the flow. I am here to answer any of your questions about me." He sat back down and grinned. "So, ask away."

[ooc: OCD threads coming up!]

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Lunch - Friday 1/19

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Guud murneeng stoodents und heppy Freedey! Teeme-a tu du humwurk!

Tudey's Menoo:

-Pheelly Cheese-a Steek Sundvheeches

-French Freees

-Seled

-Sundaes

Adventuring Survival Tactics, Period 4, A Classroom, 1/19/07

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The Doctor had upgraded from carpet swatches to bean bag chairs, this week. There were a multitude of colors and patterns. He was sitting in one himself, that was bright pink with big white polka dots.

"Today, we're talking about a very, very important tool. That is running away. Also known as the tactical retreat, skidaddle, and vamoose. You may think that facing up to something involves standing your ground and not backing down, but that's just completely nutters, that. You stand your ground when you're ankle-deep in quicksand, you've doomed yourself. Now, retreat a few steps and get your enemy there, well, congratulations. You've used running away to your advantage, you have."

He clapped his hands together and smiled.

"Now obviously, this topic could have a lot of debate. And that's exactly what I want you to do. Pair up, and do a bit of pro/con work. Think about how you can use retreat for good, and how it might not work out. Also, think about any adages and sayings you know. Living to fight another day is much better than dying a brave man, I've found. I'll be happy to debate this point with anyone, but the main lesson here is this: There is no stigma to running away. It does not make you a coward. A coward dies in the face of horrible odds. A brave man retreats to live under opression until his true opportunity presents itself."

"Also, I want you to think about the importance of proper footwear, how high heels will be the death of all of you, the ability of women to find the one pothole in an open field, and why twisted ankles are completely and utterly inevitable. Go on. Discuss."

He felt rather smug.

Even though he'd really just succesfully taught... almost nothing at all.

[ooc: OCD a-comin up.]