The Library; Wednesday [ 12/19 ]

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Adah honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd actually listened to a record, but, for some reason, since the moment she woke up and started limping around to get ready to head down to the library for her usual neglecting of library aide tasks, she couldn't get songs out of her head.

Actually, scratch that. It wasn't songs; that was plural. It was the same damn song, over and over and over, and she didn't even ever remember hearing a song like this before in her life, but there it was, dictating the pace of her limp and a slight swaying of her head as she opened the library and put a few of the books. She thought she was lightly humming this mystery song (All I ever want-ted. All I ever need-ded) as she was shelving Darwin in the religion section again (Words like violence) when she realized that the voice she was hearing singing the songs (Break the silence) ...was that of her own.

"They can only do harm."

...Okay, maybe it was time to sit down. Because Adah Price certainly did not sing, but there it was, and even if she tried to stop, the song in her head wasn't going anywhere.

Career Choices - Wednesday, December 19th - 4th Period

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As the students came in today, they would see piles upon piles of food.  Spice bread, teas, cakes, sweetmeats, steamed vegetables, and iced coffees were laid out around the room, and Ghanima was humming under her breath.

Hatt al-hudad
Al-maahn al-baiid
Ay-yah idare
Adamm malum

Once the bell rang, she shook her head.  "As I mentioned last week, there is no formal final," Ghanima said.  "Instead, I'd like each of you to tell the class what profession you're thinking of entering once your education is complete, and why.  I don't care if you stand up and say, 'I want to be Grand High Poobah of the Universe because it sounds fun.'  That's fine, fun is an acceptable answer.  Telling us that you aren't sure yet is an acceptable answer.  However, I want to remind you that the name of this class is 'Career Choices', and that there is always a choice.  Even if you think something is predestined, you always have a choice.  That, however, is another class entirely."

"Feel free to help yourselves to whatever snacks or treats you like.  All of these," she said, gesturing to encompass the food around the room, "are foods from my homeworld of Arrakis.  Normally all of our food is cooked with Spice, however, I've substituted harmless Terran spices to avoid any complications.  Poisoning my students might endanger my current career." 

Still singing softly to herself, Ghanima went to take a seat with the rest of the students.



[Please to be waiting for the OCD is up!]
[For the non-Dune people, song is here (actual scene) and here.]

Modern Feminism: From Susan B Anthony to Bea Arthur - Second Period - 12/19

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It was finally time for the final exam!

Oh Mickey, you're so fine-

But Deadpool was finding it hard to focus on that.

You're so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey-

He clapped twice.

Hey Mickey!

Oh, this was just evil.

But of course he just went with it.

"You've been around all night and that's a little long
You think you've got the right but I think you've got it wrong
Why can't we say goodnight? So you can take me home, Mickey!"

Complete with a small dance. Oh yes, Deadpool was just that fly. Jiggy. Hip. Whatever the kids were using these days.

He cleared his throat and started to hand out sheets of paper. "Anywho! Here's your final! I hope you all studied for it." Oh, and he was still humming the song.

[[OOC: Please wait for the OCD is up!]]

Basic Japanese - Wednesday Dec 19th - 3rd period

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Yondaime was grim faced as he came into the classroom with stacks of papers and started to hand them out. “Here is your final. You have until the end of class to finish. Let me remind you that you cannot use notes except for you hiragana and katakana charts,” he explained and moved back to sit at his desk. “Go ahead and begin.”

( The Test )

[PLz to wait for OCD is up!]

Alternative Tactics, Period One, 19/12

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Being a telepath, Sarah Kerrigan was slightly more resilient against earworms than the average human being. She had been keeping the song at bay since she'd woken up early that morning.

She had a final to give.

"Alright, boys and girls, your final will be part written and part practical. The theoretical part is childishly simple, really. Per module-- infiltration, unusual weaponry and battlefield maneuvers-- write down what you consider to be the three most important points about the subject."

She paused, rubbing her temple. The song was literally starting to drum through her skull. She would not give in.

"After you have finished the theoretical exam, you can move on into a short simulated exercise with a small team consisting of a firebat and a stealth agent."

Oh, it was an insistant one, worse than the time she got stuck with a few drafted farmers from the outer edges. Like someone was beating a stick rhythmically on her brain. She was going to chase it back down to whatever pit of hell it had come from.

"It's your mission to disable the objective without causing enough of a ruckus to get all hell on your heads. Good luck."

Mission succesful. It was done. She would not have to speak again.

She took a breath, collected herself, paced a few steps towards the desk, and bellowed, "HERE! COME! THE DRUMS!"

A silence passed.

Kerrigan smacked herself in the forehead very hard, growled, and sat down.

[ ocd coming up! for non-whovians: here and here ]

Ethics [Thursday, December 20, 1st period]

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As Anakin paced around the Danger room, he looked like he hadn't really gotten a good night's sleep in a few days.

Which was very true.

"Welcome to your Ethics final," he said, pacing around the room. "I will provide you with a series of scenarios. Chose one, and either pull up a seat, " --the simulation generously provided on--"and tell me which of the options you would pick, or choose to try the simulation as a live demonstration and see what kind of consequences your actions would have."

He pressed his lips together. "Try not to die if at all possible."

US History, Thursday December 19th

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Chuck was already there when the bell rang. He surveyed the class, taking in their faces, and feeling true joy in the thought that ( he might never have to see any of them ever again. )

[OOC: Last class...*sniff sniff*]