Ethics [Thursday, November 1, 1st period]

[sith_happened]

Anakin leaned a little uncomfortably against his desk as he waited for the students to take their seats.

"Today we talk about diligence, temperance, and forgiveness," he said quietly, "and we're going to use examples from last week's exercise to do so."

He flipped the hologram to life, focusing on a shot of Palpatine's face. "The goal was to save this man, the democratically chosen leader of your galaxy, at the cost--if necessary--of your own lives. After the first dozen or so droids shooting at you, you certainly had the option of retreating and leaving the mission for someone else to complete. So when does diligence turn to foolhardiness?"

The holocam switched to footage of two Jedi, blue blades flashing, taking on an older man wielding a red lightsaber. The older Jedi went ricocheting into a wall, then the second one, fire in his eyes, closed in on their opponent who dropped to his knees moments later with two lightsabers held to his throat.

The Jedi wielding the lightsabers looked an awful lot like their teacher.

"Temperance," Anakin said softly. "Do you kill him now? He's dangerous. He held the head of a galaxy-wide government hostage. He injured your partner. He certainly tried to kill you first. Or do you capture him and leave him to the whims of the courts?"

He shook his head. "Finally, forgiveness. You save the chancellor, at great personal expense, only to discover he's not the kind of man you thought he was. Your act of heroism has managed to make the situation at home much, much worse. How do you forgive yourself for it? Can you forgive the others who put you into that position?"

Library [11/01]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Still kind of bouncy from all the sugary things he'd indulged in last night, Bridge opens up the library.

Halloween might be over with, but Bridge has *way* too much candy than he knows what to do with, so there's a bowl out on the collections desk for sharing should anyone stop by.

Lunch - Thursday 11/1

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Guud murneeng stoodents! I hupe-a yuoo ell eren't tuu lueded up oon cundy tu injuy yuoor loonch!

Tudey's Menoo:

-Cheeckee Feengers

-Peas und Cerruts

-Seled

-Pooddeeng

Fandom Invasions Class #8 (Thursday period 3)

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

When the students entered the Danger Shop, they found themselves standing in front of the school gates on a dark and foggy night.

"Good morning," John greeted them. "Hope you all had fun last night and didn't eat too much candy. Today's class we're going to be dealing with something else that seemed to be traditional Halloween fare." He grinned wolflishly. "Zombies."

Behind him in the streets of the town shadowy figures could be seen shambling about and low moaning could be heard. "Your objective? To get to Caritas where you'll find a book that has a spell to banish all zombies. The zombie objective? To eat your brains. Try to avoid that.

"As far as weapons go, you have what you have on you and what you can scavenge from the homes and businesses between here and your objective. Now this kind of situation isn't one you'd want to be doing alone, so find a partner to watch your back before you start." John looked at them with a wolfish smile. "Any questions?"

[ooc: wait for ocd's up. Have fun with your brains!]

US History, Thursday November 1st

[certaintrouble.livejournal.com]

Again, as kids were entering the room, there was no Mr. Noblet. But a few seconds before the bell, he elbowed his way through the last-minute students and rushed into the classroom. The bell rang just as he tossed his briefcase to the desk. He pumped his fist in triumph.

“Take that, bell system! You thought you could make me late to class. But it looks like you’re the loser today.”

( He turned around to face the class, suddenly the picture of a teacher. )

[OOC: Good to go!]

Newspaper Staff Meeting, 4pm FHT, Journalism Room

[screwyoumarvel]

Steve arrived at the journalism room to find a lack of Peter. Okay, he could handle that. He fetched coffee and pastries to feed the hungry newshounds, and then prepared to do his sponsorly duties.

((Sorry this is so late, I kind of...okay, I kind of forgot.))

Communication - Thursday, Period 5 (Week 8)

[no-toast-thanks.livejournal.com]

When the students arrived for class, Thursday was at the front of the class waiting for them. Gladys, a golem, was standing at the back of the classroom, presumably minding her own business. "Good morning," Thursday greeted. "Some of you know me, some of you don't. My name is Thursday Next and I'm the librarian here at Fandom High. Mr Silent Bob has had to leave Fandom on personal business," she assumed, "and instead of giving you substitutes each week, I'll be your Communication teacher for the rest of this semester.

I understand most of the classes so far have been on either verbal communication or body language. Now that you have an understanding of the basics, we'll be branching out over the next few weeks.

This week let's look at a written form of communication. Letters have been the standard form of written communication for most of human history. They're an excellent way of saying what you want to say in a clear and concise way without having to say it to a person's face.

Give it a try. I would like you all to choose one of the faculty members here at Fandom High and write them a letter. It doesn't have to be someone you know, but I assume you at least know of the faculty. Your letter could contain nonsense, but ideally there will be some form of meaningful communication. Tell them a little bit about yourself or ask them some questions. They might even answer you. Please keep in mind that Gladys will be delivering these letters at the end of the class, so think about what you're writing."

***

Once class was over, Thursday spoke to them all again. "Next week, we'll be working on public speaking - delivering speeches as a means of communicating to the masses. For homework, choose a topic and start to work on your speech. I'll be in the library tomorrow and throughout the week if you need to talk to me."

[OOC: Long version short: write a teacher a letter! I'll deliver those that are actually written to the respective teacher's voicemail box after class is done.]

Student Council [Friday, November 2, lunchtime]

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"Anyone who thinks that we didn't have a Student Council meeting last week because I was hiding under my desk because of gremlins is a dirty liar," Josh said from behind the Washington Post he was cowering behind reading.

"We're here, food's here, we've got all kinds of time between now and the end of the semester...barring 'setting things on fire' and 'orgy', I'm open to everything. Hit me with your ideas."

He paused.

"Also 'start a family-style rock band.' I'm done with those."

Interdisciplinary Studies or Whatever, Class 8, Friday, Period 1

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

Today's class was in the Danger Room, which was set up to look like... a computer lab.

( Because Squall was amused by the meta. )

[Wait for OCD Yay it's class time!]