Library; Wednesday [ 11/14 ]

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There was a pox upon the house of Fandom; a pox, a plague, an epidemic. Nurse's onset abates, noses run. Clearly, the source of it was something viral, and the toes on Adah's good foot curled, her fingers tingled, with the chance to find out something more. Bad enough she couldn't haunt the corners of the makeshift hospital in the town hall, gathering qualitative research from the victims afflicted while visions of petri dishes and a chance to get near a microscope danced in her head...may her left side be stricken as useless as her right should she allow herself to be constricted behind a desk when there was research to be done. A curse upon her, a pox, a plague, an epidemic. But not until she found something out first.

There was a sign on the desk, instructing anyone that truly needed assistance with anything to interrupt her at a station set up for researching, with the threat of awful, terrible things that would put the virus' work to shame if the interruption was deemed unworthy. It was getting books, people. How hard could it be? And hell hath no fury like an obsessive virologist scorned.

Alternative Tactics, Wednesday Period One, 14/11

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Lieutenant Sarah Kerrigan wasn't looking too hot today.

Which would be code for 'pale, glazed eyes, and sweat soaking clothes and hair alike'. With the occasional lean towards 'stumbling'.

"Today's supposed to be your exam, kids," she said, keeping her limbs as straight as they could, "A bunch of you are sick, which means you're not gonna be here to hear me tell you you'll get a make-up exam sometime when you're not sweating liquid death out your pores. The rest of you, we're squaring off against each other today. Pick a partner and a suit and let's exercise some tactics. You get your choice in assault types for this one; pick a Firebat suit for close combat flamethrowing, a stealth suit for sniping action, or be boring and grab the Marine suit with the big gun."

She activated the sim, then wobbled to her desk.

If anyone asked, she was just stalking off. Really.

[ wait for the ocd up! ]

Lunch - Wednesday 11/14

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Guud murneeng stoodents! I see-a my suoop deedn't vurk yesterdey. Hefe-a sume-a mure-a!

Tudey's Menoo:

-Cheeckee Nuudle-a Suoop

-Creckers

-Geenger Ele-a

Modern Feminism: From Susan B Anthony to Bea Arthur - Second Period - 11/14

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There was something going down and Deadpool was starting to get a wee bit worried.

So many sickies!

"Okay kids, today we're learning about Florence Nightingale." He nodded, looking at what was left of his class. "Nurse, Bea Arthur prototype, and I think she had syphilis. But that could just be me..."

He shook his head, waving dismissively. "Never mind! She set the standard for nursing and patient care way back in the Crimean war. Why they would need standards in the war on crime, I'll never know. But it's the way it is."

Frowning again, Deadpool looked at the class. "So, yeah. Take her example and if you're not sick, help out. And if you are sick... What the hell are you doing here?! Get your sniffly ass down to the town hall hospital dealie! Don't make me bodyslide you there!"

Basic Japanese - Wednesday November 14th - 3rd period

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Deadpool glanced around the class if there was one, wondering just how bad the sickness was getting with the students.

"Professor Yondaime had... personal business to attend to off island so I'll be teaching today!" He grinned cheerfully. "According to his notes, today you're learning insults!"

( Cut for naughty words )

"Now, I hope you use these insults for good instead of evil." If that was even possible.

Career Choices [Wednesday, 4th period]

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Robin kind of wondered how many people would even show up to this class, but she wasn't going to protest. It was only an hour, it was a small class, and she had promised to help as she could. Besides, it was hard to ignore someone that formidable flagging you down and going 'Healthy person! You can teach for us!'

Which was why Robin found herself standing at the front of a classroom, which is something she never thought she'd be doing. Well, unless they were kindergarteners and calling her a lesbian, which these looked a little old for.

"Um. Hi. My name's Robin Scherbatsky, and um, I work in town at the radio station and at the bar?" She cleared her throat, because she had training in public speaking and shouldn't feel so awkward about this. "You can just call me Robin, though, don't worry about trying to swing my last name. So the lovely Dean Jones," she gestured to the back of the room, where the dean herself was standing for the moment, "told me you guys need a sub, and since I'm on my feet and stuff, I figured I could help."

"So, I don't know what you guys covered, but I work in the media, and I strongly encourage it as a choice of career if you can handle it. It means long hours, having to go places you don't want, probably not making a lot of money right away...but the reward is that you get to report on things that, you know, matter. Get the word out about stuff. And travel. I'm here because my station at home sent me."

"So we're going to do a quick little activity today." Robin took a brief headcount, and shook her head. "There's not really enough of you to all interview each other, so...you can all interview me, if you want. Just come up with something you specifically want to know, and then start of a series of questions towards that end. You can't open with anything too abrupt, because your subject'll usually close right up. But you can't take too long, either, or you'll lose it in the rest of the interview."

She shook her head. "Anyway. Go, I guess."

US History, Thursday November 14th

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Chuck entered the class seconds after the bell rang, pulling along a TV cart. He spoke to the students as he set it up.

“Last semester, we watched an episode of The Colbert Report. I was planning on recording one last night, but with the recent writers’ strike, it seemed a waste to rerecord a rerun. So I’ve used the episode from last year, where our vice principal was fortunate enough to be interviewed.”

Once the lights were off, Mr. Noblet hit play on the DVD, and the video started.

( The Colbert Report )

Chuck switched off the video. “Okay, we have time for a short discussion before the bell rings. Questions?”

[ooc: Stephen’s interview preplayed last year, and I had to use it again. <3 ]