Women and Gender Studies, 5/23/07

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Once Madeline had finished her nose-twitching head count, she nodded to Sylvia and they got started.

"Today," Sylvia declared. "Today, we're going to talk about human sexuality."

( Human sexuality )

"So what we want you to do, today," Sylvia cut in. "Is to practice . . . doing that thing . . . what's it called. . . ."

"Coming out of the cabinet."

"That's right. Pick a partner, pretend they are someone that you care very much about and are afraid of telling, and tell them. Be supportive of each other. Lie, if you have to. But let's see if we can't all see that it'll all be okay, in the end."

Madeline sniffled. "That was beautiful, Syvvie."

"Thank you, I try."

[ooc: OCD is on its way up. Opening dialogue and the monologue are taken almost word for word from the "Las Hermanas" sketch in Parallel Lives. Nothing at all explicit under the cut, so no worries about opening it at work. Have fun, people!]

Lunch - Wednesday 5/23

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Guud murneeng stoodents! Ve-a hefe-a reeched zee meeddle-a ooff zee veek! Vhu veell soorfeefe-a? Vhu knoos?

Tudey's Menoo:

-Mecurunee und Cheese-a

-Putetu Seled

-Ceeser Seled

-Pooddeeng

Interdisciplinary Studies or whatever, Class 2, Wednesday, Period 5

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Squall was at the campfire with the chalkboard again.

As the students walked up, he handed each of them a small plastic first aid kit, with all the standards. Band-Aids, gauze, burn ointment, pain relievers, rubbing alcohol, etc., etc., etc. Even a needle and thread.

"Welcome back" Squall said, once everyone had arrived. He tossed the clipboard to a student. "X by your name. Or detention. Speaking of, Keladry of Whatever, congratulations, you've got detention. And you." He pointed at Jim. "Weren't you supposed to be in detention this weekend? Since you don't care so much, you get detention again. Go this time."

( This is what passes for first aid in this place )

"Any questions?"


[[Yes, I know this is mostly copied-and-pasted from my sample class in Launchpad. This is what is known as "phoning it in". Wait for OCD. OCD up.]]

How to Annoy Your Teachers (And Not Get Turned Into Animals) [Week 2, Period 2]

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John's lounging comfortably against a log when the students come upon the main campfire. He waits a few moments for the students to take their seats, chat a little before he sits up and smiles.

"Welcome back," he said. "You survived your first week of annoying teachers and no one came to kill me. Either you guys are really good, really bad, or you scared the teachers. So, first, turn in your homework by telling me who you guys annoyed handwavy, if you need and how."

And he waited some more for the class to tell him about their homework.

"Great." A clap of his hands and he launched into today's lesson. ( Today, we delve into... )

After teaching the lesson, John said, "Okay, let's get started."

[OOC: Homework can be handwavy, just don't use specific teacher names if you handwave so as not to mod something that shouldn't be modded but mimic away if you have the time because mwahahahaha. Again, you don't get in trouble if you tell the teacher John sent you. Also, fellow teachers who have been annoyed? Feel free to confront John in the appropriate thread! Have fun!]

Construction Site [Wednesday - All Day]

[needsaparrot]

The construction site has tools, belts, and hardhats today, just like before. It does not have a hot mountie.

It does have a sign in big block letters, saying

SORRY, NO HOT MOUNTIE TODAY.

It also has an alternate color option for those who are tired of yellow hard hats.

Of course, the option is pink...

"Same deal as yesterday, folks," Xander says, having got the rundown from Fraser. "Move, stack, avoid the big yellow metal things with treads. Eat the tiny yellow spongy things with no treads - those are called twinkies. Don't build with them.

There's some drywall to hang in that section of the faculty offices that's mostly just crispy and not actually sploded. Yell if you need any help. Or if the big yellow metal things with treads start transforming into giant robots and firing laser pistols at you. I hate when that happens."
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[OCD complete and certified open for use with proper safety gear!]

History in Action, Wednesday, 3rd Period

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Because power had been restored, class met this time in the Danger Shop. Students entering found themselves in a dimly lit shop, circa December 1773. Oil lamps provided the only lighting, and a fire blazed in the stone fireplace. Professor Roslin stood next to the fireplace, a cardigan sweater wrapped tightly around her.

"Gather around the fire for now, and I'll make sure you have coats before we head out on the exercise," she said, rubbing her arms slightly. She waited until the class had filed in, and closed the door to the New England cold.

"Welcome to Boston, December 16, 1773. A week outside what many of you know as Christmas, a group calling themselves the Sons of Liberty, approached three British ships docked in the harbor and dumped about ninety thousand pounds of tea overboard. Does anyone know why this was done?" Laura glanced over the class, waiting for a response.

"If you look out the window, just there," she continued a few moments later, after a brief discussion, and gestured toward the small, lone window across the way, "you'll see the three ships: the HMS Dartmouth, Beaver, and Eleanour. Your mission tonight, should you decide to accept, is to disguise yourselves with the costume pieces provided. You are then to make your way -- by hook or by crook -- aboard these vessels and dump the tea into the harbor. Once you've completed that, we'll come back here and have a quick debrief before dismissing."

Roslin stepped out of the way, revealing a small passage back to another room, in which several trunks were found. They were opened, and those in the front of the class group could see indian dress items atop the piles. "You have your assignments; let me know if you have any questions."

As the students filtered past her toward the chests, she settled in at a small table near the fire with a lamp and a book.

[OCD coming up! Have fun stormin' the ships!]

Everything You Need to Know About Magic (but Were Afraid to Ask) [Week 2, Period 1]

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As the students came into the actives area, Aggie was putting the finishing up taking a few last items from her leather case. Of course, it might not have been made of leather, and it might have legs, but Aggie would feign complete innocence and ignorance should anyone ask about it. She shut the bag and gave it a pat.

On the tables set out where several decks of cards, some with elaborate pictures and some with just the usual club, spades, diamonds and hearts; a pile of apples (with an apple peeler attached firmly to end of one table); a large bouquet of dandielion clocks; sets of two sticks tied together with very long strings; hand mirrors that shone black instead of silver; and hand sized cauldrons with a bottle of water set next to each.

Aggie looked up once all the students had found a seat, she smiled brightly, "Hello children! I hope the week since we last met has been invigorating and exciting for you! Today, we will be taking a look at different means of divination. First, let's discuss divination and the tools there of. Then, I'll open the floor to your questions, and lastly, you'll try some hands on experience with those tools you feel most drawn to, save for those items I indicate are off limits."

"Divination is the art and science, depending on whom you speak with, of seeking the truth through extraordinary means, often magical means. Sometimes the goal of engaging in divination is to foretell the future, to see that which may not be seen easily in other ways. At other times, it is used to reach into a past that feels untouchable. Then there are those moments when it is used to clarify the present."

"The important things I want you to remember, children, are that most of these methods do not require any special ability or skills. Also, time and the future are very mailable things. Any choice you make can change the out come of a divined answer. None of this is set in stone. And most importantly, I hope you have fun! Learning doesn't have to be stuffy and boring!"

[ooc: Up early cause of work tomorrow. On for a few hours tonight, possibly one or two in the morning, then after 8pm Thursday evening till however late I can keep my brain going. Pick one or several of the divination methods and Aggie will explain how those tools are used and/or walk you through their use/your use of said tool. OCD is up! Have at it!]

Building a Better Fighter [Week 2, Period 5]; Thursday 05/24

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As Kenpachi walked into the Danger Shop, assuming all the students were already present with impeccable punctuality, he was moving a little stiffly, the bells at the tips of his spiky hair tingling significantly more than usual, and each little resounding one making him wince slightly. Yes, if you mention anything about him moving like his body had taken a sound beating, he will give you detention. And possibly sic Yachiru, who still clung to his shoulder despite the deep wounds there because he liked how her aggravating them reminded him of them, on you.

The Shop itself was structured to appear like a level in a first person shooter a metallic chamber, with a series of raised platforms, stairs, columns, and corridors to other smaller chambers.

"Listen up!" he barked to get their attentions, jerkily moving back and forth in front of them as he spoke, hands on his hips. Yachiru made silly faces at them all while he lectured, just to see who would break and get yelled at by him.

( Anyone can be inspired to kill a 'Scary' Monster... )

He paused, looking over them all. "Well?" He turned his back to find his observation spot and waved a hand at them. Yachiru hopped to her feet, bouncing. "Go."

[[ Wait for the OCD, please. Big Fat OCD is up! More explanation on how the battle royale will work inside! Oooh, exciting! A winner has been randomly selected prior to class and has been contacted with special instructions. ]]

[[ ...sorry for Ken being really talky today. 0.o ]]


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