Mad Kings and Queens [Wednesday, June 4th, 2nd Period]

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"Today we're working with someone many of you may be familiar with," Ghanima announced as the class assembled. "The inspiration for Bram Stoker's famous vampire, Count Dracula, Vlad the Impaler may not have actually drunk blood, but he was certainly one of the most bloodthirsty rulers to have ever stalked through the annals of history."

"Raised to be a conventional prince, Vlad III was an exceptional warrior, horseman, and scholar: he was fluent in several languages, as well as the art of etiquette. His father had sworn to uphold an allegiance to fight the Turks, and was honored with membership in a secret society known as the Order of the Dragon, or the Dracul. Thus, Vlad gained his famous title, Drăculea, or "son of the Dragon." At the age of eleven, Vlad and his younger brother, Radu, were taken hostage and held at the palace of a Turkish sultan. Vlad and Radu lived under a constant threat of death or torture, and were often beaten and abused by their captors. The experience marked him for the rest of his life."

( WARNING: Here there be Dracul. )

[OOC: Please wait for the OCD to go up. NOTE: Today's class is behind the cut-tag for impalement, violence, and lots of people dying. NOT FLUFFY.]

Paranoia & First Aid, Period 3, 4 Jun '08

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"Squirrels are near ever-present on this island." Mohinder wasn't looking around at that, as he stood at the front of the classroom, computers arrayed on the desks in front of him. "And the radio station has a great deal of, however dubious or rum-tinted, information about this island's inhabitants."

"Away from here, closed circuit television monitors an ever greater proportion of our lives, there exists satellite capable of photographing a car parked on a street and surveillance equipment that has grown ever more sensitive. More difficult to detect.." He held up a small electronic - deactivated - bug, and summarised the topic.

"There's a lot of information if you look for it." Mohinder was neutral on whether that was a good idea as he continued. "Take a seat at one of these computers and see what you can find about yourself."

[OCD is up!]

Flight & Flying, Period 5, Thursday 6/5

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Whistling, Murdock slapped a note on the door of the Danger Shop for class to head down to the Flight Shed, where he waited impatiently. The big day had finally come and Murdock could barely keep still. He was a lot more grinny than usual this afternoon and bouncy. Yes, bouncy.

“Hey y’all!” His hands were firmly stuffed in his pants pockets to keep himself from waving like a demented fool. Flailing even. Because teachers probably didn’t do that sort of thing. “Boy, have I got a surprise for you today!”

“Follow me and come on in!” He bounded through the open door and did the whole viola! wavey thing with his arms. “Spaceships!” Yes class, these are still new and shiny things for your professor, so bear with him for a bit.

“These,” Murdock pointed, still with the bouncy, “are Starfuries. Short range fighters designed for maneuverability in tight quarters. Especially handy if you ever find yourself in a firefight around a spacestation.”

“They handle like you wouldn’t believe,” he said in awe. “They can turn on a dime. Really. They also have some pretty impressive weaponry." He was still ogling over the 'laser cannons'. "These little babies pack one heck of a wallop for their size.”

“Of course, they usually fly in groups. Squadrons, you know.” Murdock was just a bit distracted as he moved about the room. “So...” He stopped, grinning wildly. “I got one for each of us.”

“First we’ll take it slow, getting used to our birds and how to handle them and since we’ll be in space,” more grinning, “we’ll be dealing with different g-forces and weightlessness. At least for those of you that ain't never been in space before." He continued bouncing pacing around the room. "But that last won’t bother us too much since we’ll be strapped in.”

“Once you’re familiar with your craft, we’ll break formation and test that maneuverability by playing a little game of tag.” He smiled at his students, in that almost creepy smile sort of way. “Through an asteroid field. And to make it even more nerve-wracking interesting, we’ll be trying to take out each other.”

“But don’t worry, there’s no live fire here. All weapons are set to practice target mode.” A beat. “I hope,” he muttered.

(soon to be ocd-ed! whee! ***eta*** please note, the flight shed does simulations only, there are no actual ships present and class is not actually in space today. sorry for the confusion.)

The History of Sex: Workshop 4, Period 3 (Thursday, June 5)

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( Strange Anatomy, Ewwwwwwww )

(OOC: This class veers to the NWS vocabulary more than usual. Nothing too explicit, but we give fair warning.)

How to Be the Best at What You Do - Thursday, Period 2

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This week, the students in the How to Be the Best at What You Do workshop would not find a short, grumpy, hairy Canadian greeting them. Instead, they found a Hispanic girl in an SPD uniform, who was actually somewhat grumpy because you try wearing a wool uniform in June. Honestly. Still, she had a smile on her face as she said,

"Hey, guys. Professor--sorry. Logan couldn't make it today, so as the TA I'm in charge. Don't cause any trouble." She may have glared at Jamie. "So, today we're going to watch this movie Logan left for us. I'm told there's a song you should pay particular attention to."