Potpourri - Monday 8/13

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Buster looked pretty rough this morning. Between getting his hook stuck in the wall of his apartment and getting an angry phone call from his mother last night he wasn't really in the mood to teach. So he was going to make his students do most of the work today.

"Heeeey students. Today we're going to be taking a closer look at the skills everybody has. Everybody has a something they're good at. Everyone has a skill. Don't let your mother tell you otherwise. My skill for instance is..." Buster paused for a moment. "Well, I'm a bad example. But GOB can...uh, okay that's another bad example. Give me a few minutes and I'll think of one."

"While I'm thinking I want you all to tell the class about a skill you have." he said. "And if you can show us the skill, great. If you think you are skill-less then make one up. Lying is a good skill to have."

[Sorry about the lame class today. Between my sister's birthday and packing for school I'll be busy during the day. OCD is coming up!]

Lunch - Monday 8/13

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Guud murneeng stoodents! It is Mundey egeeen...I du nut leeke-a Mundeys. Ve-a shuoold meke-a Mundeys neked dey oor sumetheeng.

Tudey's Menoo:

-BLT's

-Seled

-Reece-a Creespie-a Treets

Announcements [Monday Mid Morning]

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"Since you all have absolutely no idea what the word respect means," Umbridge's voice said without preamble, "perhaps I'd better teach it to you all! How will I do that, you ask?"

She laughed, high pitched and somewhat malevolently. "Very carefully. You see, children, I could decided that I would teach all your classes and just eliminate the source of, what I think, are all the problems. The teachers. Most of them are inexperienced and unintelligent anyway. Your education would be much better with a knowledgeable hand to guide you."

More laughing.

"And then, you will learn RESPECT. What if I only allowed you all to exist in the dormitories and in your classrooms? I have ways of doing that, you know. Ways of keeping you in one place so you can learn respect, learn to be the kind little children you should be. Do you want me to do that? Would you like to be kept in one place?"

And even more laughing, this time longer and lingering.

Will the following people report to my office today: Bridge Carson, Pam Beesly, and Jim Halpert."


[No, she's not going to fire teachers or keep students in one place. I promise! React as you'd like, though! Those who were called to the office, if you can't make it, don't worry!]

Construction [Monday]

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When Fraser arrived on scene and got up to speed, he couldn't help smiling at what Xander had done on Friday. And Fraser made absolutely no move to fix it. After all, if Xander thought those vents needed to be closed then they definitely needed to be closed.

"Good morning," Fraser said brightly, "and excellent work on the air vents. We're going to leave them just like that for the time being. I think a few days of them closed will be most beneficial. Please don your safety equipment and return to what you were previously working on before the air vent emergency."

Sex Edder #6, Monday, Period 3

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When the class had gathered, GOB smiled an evil smile. "I wanted to thank Gavin for covering for me last week. I'm sure he did a great job leading the discussion and, really, he served as an inspiration to me. If it weren't for the topic he chose last week, I wouldn't have had any reason to do today's lecture."

GOB uncovered the dry erase board. ( Mr GOB's Wild Ride (a.k.a. The True Story of GOB's First Time) )

[OOC: Certain elements and names from the story taken from canon. Most of the story is me making crap up but, hey, I can't be Jossed on it!

And, hey, I seem to be playing from work a little today. Not too much, but a little!]

Library [08/13]

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Sam was carefully balancing coffee and a muffin as he went to open the library.

Pie for Beginners - Week 6 - Monday 2nd period

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Instead of the ninja today, a mercenary greeted the students. Though he was a bit subdued.

"Morning kids! Professor Yondaime can't be in today as it seems models and booze are a bad, bad mix. And I have no idea what to teach you kids so..." He trailed off. "Movie day?"

It was edutainment!

He popped in a movie, stepping back and squinting at the screen. "I really hope you kids like folk music."

Mostly because he hated it. A lot.

[[ooc: please wait for the meager OCD up!]]

How to be a Comic Book Superhero (Monday, outside the Kwik Stop)

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Today's topic, as written on Bob's whiteboard?

'PUBLICITY:
How not to be a 'tard like the dude in that last movie'

Jay, however, was on top of the Kwik Stop, hefting a baseball bat above his head. "Come, son of Jor-El! Kneel before Zod!"

Bob rolled his eyes and wrote 'What Not To Do' with an arrow snaking upwards. Then he wrote 'Good Publicity' and 'Bad Publicity' with a line separating them. Time for the one-sided discussion portion of the class.

After that, Bob erased the board and wrote, 'SIDEKICKS?'. And, finally, 'LAST CLASS NEXT WEEK. Bring all class materials.'

[['Class materials' means the bong sabers, the inflatable doll, the duct tape, etc. OCD coming up.]]

Mad Science, August 14th

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Once again, the danger shop had been set up to look like a weird lab in the bottom of some large building. A coffee pot had been left to percolate over top of one of the bunsen burners for the students, while the professor busied himself with something at the front of the room. Once all the students had taken their seats, he hoisted something up on to the main lab counter with a loud thud.

"Good afternoon, students!" he said. "I hope that all of you brought an item this week as I told you to. In the last real class most of you successfully made daimon eggs, after several explosive failures. This week, we're making actual daimon monsters!"

He moved to the back of the room, and showed the students previous monsters he had made from a doorknob, a colt handgun, a book manuscript, and a microphone, before heading back to the front of the class.

He patted his machine, which was certainly looked like a large green EZ-Bake oven with a black star painted on the side. "This machine combines the egg with a common household item. But, Professor, how on Earth does that work? you ask. Never you mind, and get back to making me some lunch! I reply."

There was another thunk as the professor picked up a karaoke machine and put it on the table next to the oven. "You may remember this evil Karaoke machine and its evil database of Céline Dion and Fergie songs from an earlier class." He opened the door to the EZ-bake oven and shoved the karaoke machine inside. "This machine will combine any item inside with a daimon egg, and turn it into a full-grown daimon monster capable of stealing pure heart crystals, and fighting meddling do-gooders.

He flipped a switch on the side of the oven. There was a loud flare of dramatic music, as large amounts of energy passed through the oven and cast out a brilliant light. Finally, there was a large explosion and a smoke cloud that looked suspiciously like a cormorant and the door burst open.

A blue skinned woman wearing a dress that looked like it belonged on an American idol reject pulled herself out of the box. For some reason, she also had a tape deck in her stomach and a microphone growing out of her bellybutton. "Kara-Okay!" she declared loudly to the class.

The professor hustled her over to the side of the room and rubbed his hands together. "And thus, you have a portable and ready-to-go daimon! So, bring your eggs and your items up, and let's see what sort of daimon you've made! And remember, you will be using these for the final next week, so you'd better hope that you get a good one."

Please wait for OOC threads. Up.

Accelerated Scouting: Tuesday, Fifth Period - Week Six

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Dale had handwavily notified all his students via e-mail regarding the change of location and met all his students at the Danger Shop.

Upon entering the classroom they'll find that Dale has transformed it to police station that seems to be located somewhere in the Pacific Northwest. A place called Twin Peaks.

When entering the station they are guided by babbling secretary to the briefing room where Dale has provided dozens upon dozens of doughnuts which have been neatly stacked on the table according to type.

And of course there is coffee. Lots of coffee.

"Good Afternoon, Troop!" Dale said looking very chipper. "First of all congratulations. With all the work you've done, you are now technically at the rank of Life, the last stop before becoming an Eagle Scout. Now, in the past couple of weeks we've touched on the nature of being a good citizen. Some of you have taken this concept to heart to the extent of protesting against certain decrees placed upon student body. As a result, I thought it would be proper to have a guest speaker who may be able to help you in your efforts. Since I do not have any contact with my own dimension, I was only able to reconstruct his image and personality via the technology we have available in this room."

He paused and gave his scouts a quirky grin.

( Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to Albert Rosenfield. )

[OOC: OCD is coming is up! Please read the assignment and the OOC comments.]

Dealing With Stupid People [Tuesday, August 14, 2nd period]

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Josh leaned up against a desk in the Danger Shop, hands in his pocket and a grin on his face.

"President Andrew Jackson, in the main foyer of his White House, had a big block of cheese and I can't believe I'm giving this speech," he began. "He did not, sadly, have a cracker the size of Lake Tahoe. I checked. My old boss, the White House Chief of Staff, used this folksy excuse to make us all talk to total crackpots once a year and today that privilege falls to you."

He waved his hands. "Pick a desk, make yourself comfortable, the computer'll drop someone insane off to talk to you. Try not to laugh in their faces--they're all based on real people. Um, sadly."

My Stupid Mouth - John Mayer