My Country, Friday

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The person at the front of the class today was... very much not Yondaime.

Kerrigan smiled at the class-- a little sheepishly. "Hey, kids. My name's Lieutenant Kerrigan. I'm here to keep an eye on you while your usual teacher's away, uh, 'chasing his no-good husband'." She snickered. "I hope he brought kevlar. Anyway."

Country class. Shouldn't be hard, right?

"Since this is the last class before finals and all, uh, revisions seem to be the name of the game right now." She crossed her arms, trying to project as much cool as she could. "Before I give you guys the time for all that, though, I suppose it might be worthwhile to tell a little story about country building of my own."

She took a breath. A deep one. "Countries don't happen in a vacuum. They're born of war when the original governments are found unjust. Sometimes by a small group of people, sometimes by more. You have to have a good eye to rebuild, you have to be able to trust--" Her voice wavered, just for a minute, "--Your people. You have to have a plan. So, in observance of the upcoming final..."

She ran one hand through her hair.

"What is your plan? Think about that one, if you don't have one already. You'll need one, because building-- nations-- takes some... hard... decisions."

One more smile at the class. "And that's it. Study hard, class."

( wait for the ocd up! )

Art History, Period 1, Class 13 [4-18]

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Today, the desks had been shoved back and a large piece of white paper taped to the floor. There was a rough sketch of the school already in one corner, and a Kilroy. Around the perimeter of the paper were boxes of crayons, pencils, and markers of various descriptions. "Today's a fun day," said Steve. "Have at it."

Library [18.04]

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Karal was early this morning, and he spent his time before the library opened sipping his tea and staring out the window.