Tuesday, May 15th - Period 3 - Advanced Beginner's Guide to Carrots, Spleenology, and so on

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This class was not actually located at the large campfire, as the teachers had decided that the campfires had demon spirits within them and thus were planted by the truckers union to watch them. You couldn't be too careful with truckers' union demons. And the teachers weren't entirely sure if they counted as vampires anyway.

So instead students would be reporting to the lovely Activities Area, which looked suspiciously like the Dining Hall. Chairs were lined up neatly in rows, and there was a bulletin board with helpful information. Okay, the bulletin board actually had coupons on it for Dinty Moore soup, but coupons are helpful.

Just before class was about to begin, two men wearing housecoats over flannel pajamas entered the room. One of them had a blonde wig (price tag still attached) and red lipstick smeared oddly around his face, and the other had a darker wig and at least three days' worth of stubble. If any students were hoping that these were not going to be their instructors, they shouldn't have signed up for a class with such a stupid name were going to be greatly disappointed.

( behold the craziness! )

"Yes, yes. And then we shall get to the educational portion of things."



[Wait for OCD OCD up! If you're unfamiliar with the Jerries, this infopost might help, but really, all you need to know is that they're insane.]

Announcements, Tuesday morning

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Once again, shortly before first period, the PA system turned on.

"You survived the first day of the semester. Congratulations, let's see if you can make it two days in a row. Speaking of survival, Willow Rosenberg, come to the dean's office at your earliest convenience today."

"Also, I've been told that the clucking books are now laying eggs. Be careful when handling your books. Eggs may fall out when you open them."

"Seriously, who is it that gives this information, anyway? Egg-laying chicken books..."

Lunch - Tuesday 5/15

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Guud murneeng stoodents! Unuzeer beooteeffool dey! Unless it reeens. Zeen it vun't be-a beooteeffool.

Tudey's Menoo:

-Peezza

-Teter Tuts

-Seled

-S'Mures

Tuesday May, 15 - Period 4 - Potpourri

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When the students came upon the main campfire Tuesday afternoon they would see a nervous looking man sitting on a park bench. The nervousness might be due to this being his first day teaching or it could be due to the fact that Buster had a fear of open spaces. Buster also had a fear of closed spaces so either way he'd probably be like this every morning. Some might notice he’s going to extreme measures to not actually look anybody in the face. All would definitely notice instead of a left hand he had a hook.

"Heeeeeeeeey students." said Buster, standing up from his chair. He looked at the students warily. "My name is Buster Bluth and I’ll be teaching you this workshop this summer. I hope you have as much fun learning as I will teaching!"

( This probably won't end well... )

((Please wait for OCD threads are up!))

How to Blow Things Up: Period 2, Week 1

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Blue hair still bright, Aly waited for the class to assemble  in the clearing she'd chosen for today.

"Morning, all," she said with a grin.  "For those of who who don't know me, I'm Alianne of Pirate's Swoop.  Feel free to call me Aly, if you have a need to be formal, duani is also acceptable, but the first person to call me Miss Aly gets things thrown at them.  The class is How to Blow Things Up.  Hopefully explosions are acceptable to all of you-" she grinned at those in her Revolutions class - "Because we're going to make a lot of them."

"But not quite today.  Today I want to get to know you and talk about a few important things before anything gets blown up.  First of all, not all of our classes are going to be in the Danger Room.  We're going to be working with real explosives with the real possibility of people getting hurt.  That means that if we're working with them and I tell you to do something, you need to do it immediately.  No questions, no what-ifs, no counterpoints, get down or get out of the way or stop what you're doing." 

"If you think that's going to be a problem for you, that's fine, but you need to go find a new class now."

"Secondly, this is a class about explosives - C4, hand grenades, TNT, the like.  We're going to have a class on magical ways, but outside of that , if you have special abilities that allows you to blow up things - or set them on fire -" she glanced at Zuko if he was there "I'd prefer the focus stay on the more chemical explosives."

"And finally," she began passing out what looked like basic floorplans of the school.  "For the last class, you're each going to design a strategy for blowing up the school.  I realise the idea is a bit passé after our visitors a few Saturdays ago, but let's pretend it's not the case.  Take the floorplans, take a look at them, and keep the project in mind as the workshop progresses."

She paused, watching the class.  "Now that that's out of the way, why don't you all introduce yourselves - even those I've already met, yes, and tell me a bit about yourself as well as your familiarity or experience with making things go boom."

[OOC:  OCD is coming up yay]

Interdisciplinary Studies or whatever, Wednesday, Period 5

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In front of the campfire was a large green blackboard. And in front of the chalkboard was Squall.


"Okay," he said, once everyone was seated. "My name is Squall Leonhart" -- here he paused to write "Squall Leonhart" on the chalkboard and underlined it. "And this is Interdiciplinary Studies or whatever" -- he wrote "Interd~~ S." on the board. "And I don't care what your names are. Here." He pulled a clipboard with the class roster on it out of his desk and tossed it to the first student. "Pass that around. Put an X by your name. If your name's not on that list, leave. If your name doesn't have an X by the end of class, you get detention."

He stretched and scratched the back of his neck.

( Class things )

[Wait for OCD or whatever OCD UP. Posted early because I bed soon and work tomorrow]

Ninja-ing - Wednesday - 1st period

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Arashi leaned against a tree in the clearing that was set up for class as he waited for class and picked at his nails with a kunai.

“Good Morning everyone!” He smiled brightly. “I’m Arashi Uzumaki, also known as Yondaime. You can call me Uzumaki-sensei or just Yondaime and Kabuto, if you call me Hokage-sensei, I will have no qualms about giving you detention for the rest of the summer. Anyway, this class is called Ninja-ing because I my mun was half asleep when I submitted my class proposal”

“So we’re going to be covering a lot of stuff in a really small amount of time, some of the most basic ninja skills, what equipment is the best to have, proper clothing as well as some weapons work. There is a really high chance of getting hurt in this class, so be careful!” He emphasized. “We have a medic in the class, but believe me when I say you do not want his help.”

“Today though, we’re going to spend sometime introducing ourselves, getting to know each other and finding out what you already know, since in the next class I’m going to be breaking you all up into teams of three, get to know each other, learn to work together,” he grinned. “You’ll need it for the final class.”

[Wait for the OCD, cause after radio I'm all frayed]