Applied Inventiontronics, Period 4 - Week 1

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"He-hello, class." He smiled sideways at the front of the class and the whole left of his face twitched visibly. "I'm, uh, let's see," he glanced at his notes, "Professor Ambrose? Yes. I'm Professor Ambrose, but you can call me Glitch if you like, heh." He smiled, both sides now.

Glitch set the notes down and fidgeted with his sleeves, then took a deep breath. "Welcome," a flourish, "to Applied Inventiontronics! Here, I'll do my very best to teach you about the intricacies, whys and how-tos of invention. Over the semester, you'll create an invention with the skills you learn in this class for a final grade. I'll provide the materials, if you need them, and answer any questions you have." He was getting into this whole 'teacher' thing.

"Now, uh, my first rule when setting out to invent something is to make sure that it will be helpful to the people around me. That means your first assignment, after everyone introduces themselves of course, is to figure out what someone needs! You can work alone or with a classmate or with a lot of classmates. I've found that it's really much better to bounce ideas like this off other people."

Then he put his hands on his hips and looked out at the class and let his mouth fall into a flat line made purely of seriousness. "Restrictions are, 1) No Weapons. The goal here is to make lives better, not worse. 2) No inventions can rely on hurting others to work." He pointed to his zipper solemnly, as if they'd understand what he meant. "Off limits. 3), uh, three..."

He looked back at his notes, a little panicked, and shuffled the papers around. "Three! Hah!" Glitch held up the notecard in a fist, pumped it into the air once or twice, and smiled triumphantly. "Three!" A pause. "Oh, three." He pulled his arm back and read the piece of paper. "Have... OH!" He brightened. "Have fun! Enjoy your inventions! Or I guess I fail you." He leaned forward on the desk, making the most serious face he could imagine (which only lasted a good fifteen seconds), then smirked. "Well? Get to work!"

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

Study Hall, Monday, January 7

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After his stop in the teacher's lounge, Fraser made his way to the classroom and opened it up for the semester's first study hall.

He took a seat at the desk with some leftover paperwork and proceeded to ignore it for the most part. Paperwork was boring.

[OCD going is up!]

World Mythology - Monday, January 7th - 2th Period

[atreideslioness]

Ghanima was sitting on her desk, absently eating lemon drops as she watched the students arrive.  Once the last of the students arrived, her face lit up with a smile.

"Good morning,” she said, her voice carrying effortlessly.  “I am Lady Ghanima Atreides, and this is World Mythology.  You may call me Lady Ghanima or Miss Ghanima, whichever you are more comfortable with.  The first person to call me Lady Atreides gets detention.”  Ghani grinned wickedly.  "Lady Atriedes is my grandmother, and I am nowhere near that old."

"This is a survey class, intended to give you a gentle introduction to various pantheons and mythologies around the world.  We will not be covering any country in-depth, instead, consider this a whirlwind tour.”

( Onwards to the lecture! )

"My office is number twenty-two, and I can be found there on Tuesdays.  If there are no other questions, class is dismissed."

[Please to be waiting for my OCD is up!  Have fun!  Large chunks of class stolen from Wikipedia and also from  A Critical Handbook of Children's Literature, 8th edition, by Rebecca J. Lukens]

Library [01/07]

[likethegun]

Sam was very glad to be back in the library after the Christmas break. He had coffee, and a muffin, and was almost certain that he was ready for whatever the day would bring.

Interactive Religion [Tuesday, January 8]

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Biff was perched on a desk, feet kicking against the wood as the students filed in.

"Hello," he said, the accent to his English barely noticeable. "My name is Levi bar Alphaeus of Nazareth. Please call me Biff. Everyone does. Welcome to Interactive Religion. Today, in a shocking change of pace if I understand the radio correctly, we'll do introductions, and then talk about what you believe the purpose of religion to be."

He leaned forward, resting his hands on his jeans. "And don't believe you have to be all sunshine and light at me. I've seen both sides of religion: the power it has to transform lives and the blithering stupidity people will stoop to in order to preserve what they see as the status quo."

He grinned. "Hey, I still remember Latin. Cool." He pointed to a student at random. "You. Name, nickname if you have one--if not, I'll give you one--and what you think about religion. Oh, and I suppose I should mention this upfront. It seems that my best friend established a pretty major one around here about 2000 years ago: Christianity? But we'll get into that a little later."