Library; Wednesday [ 01/09 ]

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There was an almost ceremonial feeling in the air as Adah limped into the library; it hadn't been a while since she'd been there, no, of course not, but it had felt like it had been a while since she'd opened it. Not that she ever did an exceptional amount of work while she was there, but she limped in, found the desk, carefully pulling out her chair. She had a seat, centered it carefully, and then settled her bag on one corner. She then meticulously angled the books so that they were balanced with everything else on the desk. She brushed a hand over the surface, leaned in close, and blew a stream of air over imaginary dust. And then she was prepared to start the day, after a theatrical, though extremely quiet, mouse-like cough at the imaginary disturbance of her lungs.

Ye Shall Be As Gods? - Class 1, Period 3

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"I am Dr. Juli Mizrahi," she said once everyone had settled down, "and welcome to Ye Shall Be As Gods? For however long I am your teacher I expect to be referred to as Dr. Mizrahi, or Professor Mizrahi. All I ask is that while you are in my classroom that you treat every opinion with respect no matter how different from yours they may be. In this class there are no right or wrong answers." She paced the front of the room, steps slow and measured.

"I," Juli began, "am not here to judge you. That is not what I am here for, nor would I particularly care to do so. What you do, what you plan, is not my job to criticize. I know none of you, or your circumstances well enough to judge."

"Today, I merely want each of you to introduce yourselves, tell me what you hope to get out of this class and answer, to the best of your ability, this question: What is it that drives you to push yourself past your own limits?" She folded her hands in front of her. "Again, there are no right or wrong answers."

Juli smiled faintly, "If you’ve any questions about the course, either see me after class or stop by my office at any point tomorrow."

[Wait for the OCD is up!]

Discovery & Invention, Period 5, 9 Jan '08

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"Good afternoon," Mohinder was leaning against the board at the front of the classroom; list in hand he wondered which names matched which faces.

"As some of you may already know, I am Dr Mohinder Suresh, and this is Discovery and Invention. My background is in genetics, but this course will, I hope, take your interest in at least one of the branches of our scientific tree." He handed out the syllabus as he spoke. "I'm available after class and during my office hours and feel free to talk to my TA, Max Guevara."

( Whee, experimental design )

[OCD is up, have at it!]

French 101, Period 5 Class 1 [1-10]

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Jean-Paul sat behind his desk, watching as the students filed in and wearing a slightly evil smirk on his face. Once they were all seated, he began speaking.

In French.

"Bonjour, et accueille à français 101. Je suis Professeur Beaubier." Then he switched back to English. "You probably could get the gist of that, I suspect. Now. I am Quebecois, from Montreal. This means that while I am from Canada, French is my native language, though I speak a somewhat different dialect than you might hear on the streets of Paris. The swears are different, for one thing. I know it is not usually the done thing in an academic class, but you will be learning those later, as I find them unendingly useful. Your syllabus will be ready next week; this week I have been dealing with a...situation." Also known as a sudden caramel addiction, but try getting him to admit that under torture. "This week, we are going to participate in an activity I am sure you are all quite thoroughly sick of: introductions. Name, where you are from, why you want to study French, and any experience with the language you might already have. We will start with you," he said, pointing to a student at random.

Ethics [Thursday, January 10]

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Anakin walked into his classroom precisely on time and gave the students assembled there an appraising glance.

Except for how his glance lingered on a couple of faces as his eyes widened slightly, it wasn't possible to tell what he thought of them.

"I'm Master Skywalker," he said in a voice that was intended to carry, "this is Ethics, and we're going to skip the introductions--I'll figure out who you are--and move straight to our first discussion."

He paced around the room, cloak flaring out behind him, as he handed out the syllabus. "Today's topic," he said. "Self sacrifice: knowing the difference between saving people and being a pretentious twit."

"Any time I ask a a group of people what they would do to save someone they love, they all blither on about how they would set the world on fire, lie, cheat, steal, kill, die, et cetera, et cetera. I've been at this school too long to believe that half of you haven't already been put into this situation and I'm in no mood to hear adolescent ramblings about how wonderful you were or might hypothetically be. We're going to ground it in reality.

"Over the summer there was a woman who was in charge of this school. She had been placed in power legitimately, was allowed to punish in accordance with that power, and began pushing the boundaries of her authority almost immediately. She called students to her office, punished them for slights genuine or imagined, and began escalating the severity and frequency of her punishments, going over the line into what was no longer acceptable."

Anakin crossed his arms over his chest, the scars across his face very evident in the light coming through the window. "It eventually took a team of highly qualified adults to take her out. Today's topic: when do you draw the line? When do you admit to yourself that a problem cannot be solved, that to sacrifice yourself isn't a statement, it's merely pointless? How long does it take for you to check your ego?"

Fandom Invasions Class #1 (Thursday, period 4)

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John was waiting at the front of the classroom, leaning on his desk as the students filed in.

"Good morning," he said with a smile, when everyone was settled. "Welcome to Fandom Invasions. I'm sure all of you have noticed by now that Fandom is a rather unusual place. It's what makes it such a good fit for so many of us who don't really fit in elsewhere, but it also has a downside. Namely, that invasions of varying kinds happen on a disturbingly regular basis. If you haven't been through one yet, chances are very good that you will before you leave. The purpose of this class is to make sure you're prepared when that happens by looking at invasions of the past.

"If you look at the syllabus, you'll see a list of which past events we'll be focusing on and when. We'll be making extensive use of simulations and for that reason, we'll be meeting in the Danger Shop starting next week and every week thereafter.

"For this first class, I want to get to know you and your experience with the stranger aspects of Fandom. So I'd like to go around the room and have everyone introduce themselves, tell how long they've been in Fandom, and talk about the weirdest thing that's happened to them since they've been here.

"I'll start," John said with a slightly wolfish smile. "My name is John Winchester and this is my second year teaching here. One of many weird things that I've done in the time I've been here is stalk and kill a genuine saber tooth cat practically right on my doorstep. More recently, me and my boys had to go get our Christmas presents back from a little green thief who talked in rhyme and called himself the grinch." He looked around and picked a student at random. "Next?"

When everyone had had their turn, John continued, "As you can see, there is no lack of weirdness to go around. Hopefully by the end of this class, you'll be as prepared as possible to deal with the next strange thing that happens." He looked around at the class. "Any questions?"

[ooc: wait for ocd's up!]

Driver's Ed [Wednesday, Period Four]

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As the students came into the Dangershop, they would have seen that it was set up much like any other class room, barring the Bentley at the front of the class Bond was nonchalantly leaning against, wearing one of his better suits. Anyone suspecting he had been using it to test out the Dangershop before the students had come in would have been on the right track.

"My name is James Bond," he said, after the last students had arrived, not offering up any further information about himself. "And I will be taking you for Driver's Education this semester. Within school hours, you may call me Professor Bond, or Sir, outside of school hours...well, we'll see about that."

"First things first, I'd like to ask to take one of each of the three handouts at the front of the class, there's a syllabus, the class roster, and a list of the rules I expect you to follow while you're in my classroom. The syllabus may or may not be subject to change, but I trust that I will not have to alter the other two documents."

After pausing to allow that message to sink in, and for the students to collect the handouts, Bond continued. "Secondly, given it's our first lesson, I would prefer to know something about all of you before I put you behind the wheel of a car, simulation or no. So I would like you all to tell me your names, a bit about yourselves, why you chose to take this class, and what experience or knowledge of cars and driving, if any, you already possess."

"Oh, and if Miss Tarkheena could stay behind after class. I have some things I'd rather like to discuss with her."

[ooc: wait for OCD is up, comment away]

[Syllabus|Roster|Rules]