Monday, November 5th, 2007

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Instead of art stations, there was just a huge tarp on the floor of the art room today. The only other clue as to what was going on was a table with white bedsheets, white body paint, and a laurel wreath or two on it, and their teacher standing in front of a bulletin board full of pictures of statues, grinning broadly.

"Last week, we sculpted in clay. There are lots of other kinds of sculpture--in stone, bronze, steel, and glass, for starters--but we don't have that kind of time, and quite frankly I don't trust some of you with a chisel or a blowtorch." If anyone thought his gaze drifted to Jamie Madrox, well, it wasn't their imagination. "So instead, today I'm shamelessly stealing a class from my predecessor life imitates art. I want you to break up into groups and pick a statue--it can be one of these on the board, or it can be another one you know of--to recreate as accurately as possible while remaining clothed using these supplies," with a gesture to the table, "and one of your group. If you choose one of the equestrian statues, there is a rocking horse available."

((Now in the right place, I hope...))

Library [11/5]

Monday, November 5th, 2007 06:55 am
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Sam was finishing his breakfast - if a muffin from J,GOB could be called breakfast - on the way to the library, and trying not to drop the whole separate bag of books he needed to return.
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Guud murneeng stoodents! Heppy Mundey! Oone-a ooff zeese-a deys peuple-a veell be-a ixceeted ebuoot Mundey. Merk my vurds.

Tudey's Menoo:

-Freeed Cheeckee

-Meshed Putetues

-Seled

-Jellu
[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com
There were the requisite pastries and warm morning caffienated beverages on hand today though rather than waiting by the desk with a grin on his face, Wilson was pacing with his cell phone in his ear.

When everybody was settled in for class, he asked whoever he was talking with to hold please, set the phone down and walked to the white board.

"All right guys. I've got a bit of an emergency today called hard close, auditors and teaching someone new my job so this is what we're going to do. A couple classes ago I showed you all a movie. Today I want you to pair up and one of you will be the protagonist and the other the nemesis. At the end of the class I want an essay from each of you describing the challenge thrown at you by your opponant and how you countered it."

He wrote this up on the board and then stepped back and walked back towards his phone.

"All right guys, go to it."

[ooc: After The OCDs are up! Have at!]
[identity profile] mistressofblack.livejournal.com
"I would like to thank you all for your... respectful discussions last class," Lulu said, as the class filed in. "I found your different opinions quite enlightening, and a convenient jumping point for today's class [NSFW] )."

She paused a moment. "Also, to answer a question that I received after last class: if we were anywhere other than Fandom Island, I would say that, definitively, kissing cannot cause one to become poultry, but given that this is Fandom, some caution is perhaps required."


[OOC: As always, class topic is NSFW due to frank discussion of sexual topics. I apologise that this week's class is less detailed than last week's, but I must profess that I am much less familiar with the equipment in question, so this will have to do. ;) Please wait for OCD.]
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"Hey, class!" Tim said as he bounded in, still expecting the students to clap at him. Silly Tim.

"Today, we're going to do a popular home improvement. We're going to lay a slab of concrete. Now, there's a lot of uses for this," he said, as he wheeled out a portable cement mixer that was churning cement. "You can use this as a patio, foundation for a garage or a tool shed, save the cost of hiring a contractor to pour a driveway, or even for something simple such as securing posts for fences. They don't make good shoes, though," he said with a totally annoying laugh.

"Now, cement and concrete have been used by centuries. Thousands of years. Which means that the road constructions started during the Middle Ages are almost done, right?"

Tim came from Detroit. There were no freeways in Detroit that weren't under construction or reconstruction or repaving. Smart Michiganders invest in the companies that make orange construction barrels and that reflective tape for lane switching.

Tim went through a brief overview on cement and concrete and how to mix for large or small projects.

"Okay, there's two projects here. One is to secure the posts in the ground here," he said, pointing to a line of holes with fenceposts in them pre-leveled. "The other is a team effort to fill in this slab for a tool shed," he said, pointing to a 6x10 foot rectangle made with boards clamped together as a form for the slab.

"So. Grab some safety goggles, a bag of cement, and get started!"

[OCD coming up]
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"We've gotten to the end of our section on the Executive Branch," Josh said as he passed around sheets of paper, "which means that it is time for another exam."

Exam! )

"Questions? Pleas for understanding, or possible attempts to throw yourself at me in the hopes that I'll find mercy?" Josh shrugged. "I'm here for it all."

Little Wonders - Rob Thomas
[identity profile] daimonhost.livejournal.com
Prof Tomoe's lab looked about the same as usual this week. Well, except for the chickens penned up next to the lab tables. And the giant, oversized lasers pointed at said chickens.

"Good afternoon, students!" he said cheerfully. "Today we're going to be talking about my speciality: genetic engineering. Back when I was a regular, respectable scientist with a loving family and millions of dollars in research grants, I earned my PhD in genetic engineering. I could bore you with talk about formulae and long chemical diagrams and the nitty gritty about how to combine and mutate genetic material, but I'd rather have you get to the fun part quicker: manipulating DNA."

He pointed to one of the oversized lasers. " This is called a Transmogrifier Ray, and can be used to manipulate genetic code from one thing to another. I've preloaded all the ones in this lab with DNA from common animals, and I want you to try them out."

He picked up one of the chickens and positioned it under the ray. "If you hit the Full Power button--" He hit a large red button, and the chicken turned into a pig with a loud ZAP. "--you'll change the animal's complete DNA. If you hit the Half Power button--" He pressed a blue button. There was a loud BOINK sound, and the pig sproued a pair of feathery chicken wings. "--you'll only change part of the animal's DNA."

He grabbed the winged pig as it tried to fly off, and locked it in a pen with a roof. "Your goal for this class is to end up with a half-pony half-monkey hybrid, but if you can come up with something more creative, so be it."

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