Arts & Crafts, Monday [5-12], Period 2

[screwyoumarvel]

As the campers arrived in the art room, they would find a tall, athletic blond man in a polo shirt and khakis presiding over work stations covered with crafting supplies.

"Good afternoon, everyone," Steve began. "I'm Mr. Rogers--no, not that Mr. Rogers, the other Mr. Rogers--and I'll be in charge of this workshop. We're going to have a lot of fun. Or else." He smiled to show he was joking.

"So, to get started, this week we're going to introduce ourselves, since I'm sure there are some new people here, and then we're going to make gremlins." Unlike last year, Steve knew better now. He just thought the horrified twitching this comment engendered among his students was kind of funny. They weren't real gremlins, after all. "All the necessary supplies and instruction sheets are already on the table, so after introductions you can just get to it. You can work together if you want to, but please remember the glue and paint are for your projects, not each other. I'll be right over here if you need any help or have any questions."

Punching People and Not Breaking Your Hand: Fighting 101 - Period 5 - [05/12]

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

There were new students today. New students to teach and quite possibly be scarred for life by with their horrible and tragic pasts and or magical powers that made little to no sense when you really though hard about it.

...

Okay, so maybe he was thinking about some of his own past there.

"Damn continuity errors." Deadpool shook his head, grinning at the class. "Gooood morning new and oldbies! Welcome to the best darn fighting class you'll ever be in."

A beat.

"Ever. Today I'd like to start out with just the normal getting to know you junk. Names, ages, hopes and dreams, potentially fatal food allergies, fighting experience, favorite colors... all that fun stuff!"

Library [05/12]

[likethegun]

Sam didn't have to open the library today, but he felt bad about not working last week...when he also hadn't needed to be here. It couldn't be said that he wasn't a total dork about his job.

How To Get Into College - Monday - Period 3

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When the students came into class they would see a very tall man, suited up, leaning against the large desk at the front of the classroom. He was currently engrossed in eating a jelly donut. Really, really engrossed. There might have been some gleeful giggling coming from him. Donuts were awesome. When it was time for class to start he wiped his hands on his pants and began to speak.

( Oh, look, an actual lesson )

[Please wait for OCD up!]

Basic Auto Mechanics, Session 1, Monday period 4

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"Good afternoon," John said as the class filed in. The place was made to look like a typical mechanic's garage and John was leaning against what was by now to those paying attention, a familiar black classic car. "Welcome to Basic Auto Mechanics. By the end of this workshop, hopefully you'll be able to perform basic maintanance and emergency repairs as needed, and perhaps even a few steps beyond that. You'll be less likely to get stranded on the side of the road, and less likely to be conned by a mechanic trying to invent problems when you do take your vehicle to a professional.

"Before I started hunting, I was co-owned an auto garage that looked very similar to this one so I do have a lot of experience with what we're going to be doing. For this first class, I'd like to go through the usual getting to know you things -- name, year, your experience with fixing cars, or experiences related to it, and why you took this class." He smiled slightly. "It'll let me know exactly how basic I need to get."

He looked around. "So who's going first?"

[ooc: wait for ocd's up!]

Inside Out -- Class 1, Period 2 [Tuesday]

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"Good morning," she said mildly, as she waited for her class to settle, "I am Dr. Juli Mizrahi and welcome to ‘Inside Out’. While in class I expect to be addressed as either Dr. Mizrahi, or Professor Mizrahi." A pause. "Though I will reconsider my stance on that, if you have an alternative but equally respectful way of addressing me."

"I’m sure by now that many of you have noticed that, in Fandom, there’s much that’s difference from your homes.” Hopefully, at least. Juli would have to wonder at the kind of world where everything was always like Fandom. It didn’t fully bear thinking about. “The purpose of this class is to discuss some of the ways that we’re all different--in our background, our outlooks, and our methods of accomplishing things."

"Today’s is merely an introductory class. I’d like you all to answer the following questions: What is your name? Age? What year of schooling are you in? What is the biggest difference you’ve noticed so far between Fandom and your home? And what is your favourite time of the day?" Juli smiled faintly, "Once you’ve answered that, each of you may ask me one question--within reason--and I shall answer honestly."

[Wait for the OCD is up!]

Epicure, Gourmet, Foodie [Monday, Period One ]

[doubleohblonde]

Maybe it was some small sense of mercy that lead to Bond's class taking place in the Perk...or at least a Danger Shop facsimile thereof. The fact that the view out the windows was neither Fandom nor Greece, should have been a clue for any confused students.

After the class had assembled, Bond began. "Good morning. Now I'm assuming you all chose this class because you were interested in food appreciation. Nevertheless, today I'm going to start you off easily and let you tell me and the class why you signed up, along with your name, age, and a little bit about yourself."

He paused. "However, I am not going to let you off entirely easy, as you'll also include your favourite kind of coffee in your introduction, as well as explain why you like it. Then we'll have something of a coffee tasting session, and you can tell me if your opinion has changed. Also, given our current location, I would advise you to try the various forms of Greek coffee availible while you can. Now, before we begin the introductions, I'd like to say a few words about the beverage which you can see growing outside these windows."

Well, all right, more than a few. The class might have gotten the completely accurate impression that Bond occasionally had a tendency to fixate.

After he'd finished, Bond serenely sipped from his cup and gestured to the class. "Now it's your turn."

[ooc: wait for ocd up

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