Basic Computing Class #1 [Tuesday, Period 3, 1/8]

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Mike sipped his coffee and waited for the students to file into the computer lab, which oddly enough was devoid of computers except for one at the front of the room. There were, however, large boxes at each workstation, each with the name and logo of a different major computer manufacturer. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Basic Computing! My name is Mike Cannon and I’ll be your instructor this semester. My goal is to make sure that each and every one of you is comfortable with using computers by the end of the term. Let’s get started today with introductions. Yes, I listened to the radio last night and if I could come up with something cooler than introductions, I would use it. Sorry. Tell me your name, how comfortable you are with computers, and what you’re hoping to get out of this class."

( Lecture )

"Alright, folks, we'll finish up with a little activity for you to get to know your PCs. Each workstation has a box that contains a CPU tower, monitor, keyboard, mouse, and a whole lot of cables, but none of it is connected. We’re going to put these babies together and get them up and running by the end of class. Be sure you grab a copy of the syllabus. My office hours are on Mondays, but seeing as it is the first week of class, I'll be in my office tomorrow morning if you need to see me. I'm also looking for a TA, so if you’re interested, stop by and talk to me after class."

[Please wait for the OCD. Have fun! ETA: I will be leaving shortly for the place that doesn't let me access the Internet from their workstations and will pick up any pings after I return.]

Sneaky Spycraft - Week 1, Period 4

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Aly was in the classroom early so she got to study each student as he or she came in.  She smiled and gave a word of greeting to those she'd known in the past and a nod to the new students, watching all of them curiously.

Once everyone arrived, she stood up finally with a quick grin.  "Morning to all of you," she said, surveying the classroom.  "I'm Aly, and this is Spycraft...blah, blah, blah.  Don't ask me where the class name came from.  I think Hades got a hold of my submittal form."  He hadn't.  "If you didn't sign up for this class, cooking is later.  Go talk to Lulu, maybe she'll let you in."

Aly leaned against the desk and looked amused.  "Or you can stay and we'll talk about how to be sneaky all semester.  We're going to cover a lot of topics: poisons, codes, weapons, actual spycraft, and we're going to move pretty quickly most of the time so if there's anything you specifically are curious about?  Let me know.  If you're confused or ethically uncomfortable?  Bring it up.  I want to see all of you thinking about this stuff.  Not just mimicking the lessons."

"If you didn't catch it before, my name's Aly.  Alianne if you need to be formal.  Professor or duani if you really think that's necessary.  Call me Miss Aly though, and I won't listen."  She shuddered.  "It just sounds bad."

"Today, we're going to do that bane of first classes and do introductions.  Why?  I like listening to you guys talk more than I like lecturing.  So.  Please tell me who you are - even if I already know - why you wanted to take this class and what you hope to learn, annnd ask me one question."  Aly flashed them a quick grin.  "Yes, I'll answer it, and yes, the question's a test if anyone's wondering."

She glanced down at her attendance sheet and picked two names as if at random.  "Zuko and Teddy, can you two see me after class?"

[OOC:  OCD is coming up!  My internets were flickering mostly out last night so if I go quiet for a while, that's probably why.  *eyes them warily and prepares the duct tape*]

Library [1.8]

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"C'mon, Gulliver.  Break's over, back to work."  Grinning down at the disgruntled panduppy, Anemone juggled her thermos of tea, stack of books, and her key ring to open the library.

How to Survive Your Own Cooking [Class 1]

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"Hello, everyone," Lulu said, smiling softly, as the students came in to the home ec room. "Welcome to How to Survive Your Own Cooking. For those who don't know me, my name is Lulu; you may call me Professor if you wish, but my name will also suffice. I'd also like to take this opportunity to introduce my teaching assistant, Liir."

As people settled in, Lulu passed around the class syllabus. "Today, we're going to start with something rather simple," she said. "First, introductions; it's best that we learn about each other if we're going to be spending a semester together. I'd like you all to share your name, where you're from, and what kind of experience you have cooking."

After the introductions had finished, Lulu gestured to the different food stations. "As you can see," she said, "there are seven stations set up today. At each station, you will find a large salad bowl and a package of romaine lettuce. Divide yourselves into groups of two; each group is responsible for preparing one salad. Instructions on preparing the lettuce are on each package. You should use three different moddable vegetables, a protein, such as bacon or boiled eggs, and a salad dressing, all of which you can find at the front of the room. Dice the vegetables before adding them to the salad -- that means to cut them into square chunks, like this." Lulu grabbed a green pepper from the selection and demonstrated how to dice it, resulting in fairly large chunks. "In some cases, I would recommend saving the pips, the seeds of the pepper, to use in the recipe, but in the case of salads you should discard them.

"Most of all," Lulu continued, as the students divided themselves up, "try to have fun. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

At the end of the class, as the students tidied up, Lulu said, "Over the course of the next week, I'd like you each to make a salad and share it with one other person. This will be your perfectly handwaveable homework each week -- to make and share what you've made in class. When you come in next week, be prepared to tell us what ingredients you used, and how it was received by the person you shared it with."

[Please to be waiting for OCD is up!]

Public Speaking, Class 1 (Wednesday, Period 1)

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Richie was sitting in the classroom, waiting for his class to arrive. He had coffee, a stack of papers, and a slightly-disturbing grin. When he figured that most of the class had arrived, he stood up. "Good morning, I'm Rich Tozier, and welcome to Public Speaking," he says. "I'll answer to either name, or, I guess, Professor, but call me 'Dick,' and you'll be riding shotgun on my squirrel safari."

"Here's the syllabus, which I'm sure you're all just dying to read, and if anyone is interested in being a TA for this class, the position is still wide open, talk to me after class. And, since I'm relatively sure most of you have at least attended a class before, we're going to start with something typical-- an introduction. I want name[s], hometown, any experience in public speaking, and favorite band or singer. And one interesting thing about yourself, if you have anything interesting to say." The maniacal grin returned. "But, since this is a public-speaking class, I want you to say this at the front of the room, in front of the whole class. Audience, feel free to heckle or question. Politely, though, since it's the first day. No projectiles." He gave this a moment to sink in.

Richie laughed. "I swear, I'm not actually evil. I just want to see where you're all at and I have no experience teaching, so hopefully you're at low levels. I'll even go first. I'm Rich Tozier, also known as 'Records' Tozier and up until recently I was working as a radio personality-slash-DJ in LA. Man of a thousand Voices and amazing musical tastes, that's me. I'm sure you've all heard of me, though. Now it's time for you."

((OOC- There will be ARE OCD threads, promise. Seriously, though. Feel free to heckle/question Richie, your classmates, yourselves (Politely!).))

Lawyering Up: Week 1, Wed, Period 2 (1/9)

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"Good morning everyone," said the man at the front of the room who was wearing a very nice suit, was from New York, and yet amazingly was not Barney. "For those who don't know me, my name's Nathan Petrelli. I'll be your teacher for Lawyering Up this semester. You can call me Mr. Petrelli. Some of you may know me from being friends with my brother Peter. You can also call me Mr. Petrelli. But I can be flexible about 'Nathan' when we're out of class."

( Think he knows teachers can't charge billable hours? )

[ooc: wait for OCD is up! Go nuts! I'll pick up pings in the morning]