Goth Eye for the Prep Guy, Tuesday 1st Period, 6/12/07

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Abby was extra bouncy today, sipping on a Caf-Pow and giggling at the current volunteer.

"Hi, class! Our special guest for the day is the lovely Dr. Wilson. He's going to help us learn how to gothify an adult." Abby nodded and pointed to herself. "Now as a grown up, we have to be presentable for work or meetings or driving a car. Which sometimes means that you have to forgo super fluffy skirts or crazy spikes for a more muted goth look."

Pointing towards the racks of clothes and boxes of accessories, Abby grinned at the students. "Go to it, kiddies!"

[ocd up!]

Arts & Crafts 5, Tuesday Afternoon

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"Today we're going to work on sculpting. Now, clay is all well and good, but I thought we'd try something a little more malleable and forgiving. Also, with a wide range of colors." This would be why there were stacks of cans of Play Doh on the tables. "Some of you will be familiar with this product; for those of you who aren't, please put the Play Doh back in the cans when you're finished with it. It doesn't dry out extraordinarily well, though if you want to keep your sculpture you're welcome to try. Anyone fighting over colors will be sent to time out like a three year old. Have fun!"

How to Blow Things Up: Period 2; Week 5

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The class met back in the Danger Shop today per the handwavy note Aly sent out to her class.

( Cut for Length )

"Finally, next week we're going to look at explosives that aren't quite so...chemical.  Magical or explosives from other worlds so if you are familiar with other types of explosives or a magical or other talent that you've been not using per my request, let me know.  Next week's when we get to look at those and show them off.  Oh!  And Rikku, if I could see you after class."

[OOC:  Errr...apologies for the tl;dr.  Let me or Aly know if you have other explodey goodies for next week and please wait for the OCD is up!]

Lunch - Tuesday 6/12

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Guud murneeng stoodents! I knoo yuoo're-a sooppused tu be-a veereeng shues vhee cuukeeng...velll, I lust meene-a. Su iff yuoo see-a zeem, let me-a knoo.

Tudey's Menoo:

-Greelled Cheese-a Sundvheeches

-Tumetu Suoop

-Seled

-Cuukeees

Potpourri - Tuesday, June, 12, 2007 - Danger Shop

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Buster had handwavily omg told the students to head to the Danger Shop this morning for class. When they arrived they would see that it was set up as an obstacle course with a Legends of the Hidden Temple Aztec tomb theme. Complete with a giant bust of Olmec, an Aztec god. Buster was standing at the beginning of the course in his army fatigues. When everyone had arrived he began to speak.

"Heeeey students. Today we're going to be doing some basic training for army." started Buster. "I myself was in army for a while...don't let Michael Moore dare your parents to do anything."

"Lucky for me this-" he held up his fake hand "-happened. Right before I shipped off to Iraq too! That was a close one."

"Right, so, obviously to be in army you have to meet certain physical standards." said Buster. He had never met said standards but he knew that army had them. "And today we're going to see if you meet them! I know not all of you are the um, physical activity type but do your best. I won't yell at you. Unless you want me to. I find yelling to be good motivation."

"So I want you to go through the obstacle course to try to find the Mask of Shaka Zulu. There's an interesting legend behind the mask and I'm sure Olmec would be glad to tell us about it!" Buster made a dramatic gesture towards Olmec, who remained silent. Apparently he would only talk for Kirk Fogg. "Well...screw the legend. Just get the mask. But beware! There are temple guards around! If you see one of them...I don't know, punch them or something."

"And remember, army people work together! If you see one of your classmates stuck on something you can get them out. Or don't. Rambo worked alone and he was badass." said Buster. "Okay, go when I blow the whistle! You too, T.A.!"

[OCD up! I'll be back around noon to play the temple guards Okay, I lied like a liar who lies. I should be back around 3]

Library - 6/12

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Coffee in hand and notebook in hand, Isabel opened the library for the day. She immediately sat down and began making lists.

Construction Site: Tuesday, 6/12, all day

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The usual tools and safety equipment are laid out, including Conner's pink hardhat, and a shiny new one that's... not really any less flaming than the pink one.

There's also a new safety poster up. Because at least Xander's learned to print out pdfs, even if he can't manage to save the flash videos.

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[OOC: Poster is full of graphic cartoon injury and is a slight tweak of a real work-safety poster from youngworker.ca. (ETA: which as connernotconnor points out, has a flash-animated severed hand as a loading indicator. And only gets worse from there.) Oh Canada. OCD is up and post is open!]

Tuesday, June 12th - Period 3 - Advanced Beginner's Guide to Phrenology, Horse-Raising, and Squids

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Anyone hoping that the Jerries would be mysteriously absent this week were to be sadly disappointed. Jerry Sizzler - and his sister, Jerry Sizzler! - were in the Danger Shop this always said Danger Shop, which they handwavily told you all to assemble at, Jerry! bright and early on Tuesday. It was entirely possible that they had spent the night there. Perhaps several nights. It would certainly explain the lingering smell of turnip cake.

"Good morning!" cried one Jerry, throwing a handful of confetti. "Welcome to the Olympics!"

"We have exclusive coverage, Jerry!"

"If you see the other networks here, stab them!"

"You may stab them with the specially provided bank deposit slips," added one Jerry helpfully.

"Our first event today is very special indeed, Jerry."

"Is the cameraman getting this, Jerry!?"

"We will zoom in close, for a montage!"

( This week, on Road to the Olympics, we solve a mystery! )

(the OCD, ooooh baby, it's coming, it's coooooming ... OCD up. Sanity removed. Let us begin.)