Enjoying Those Teenage Years [period 5, Tuesday]

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When the students filed into the classroom, they would find that the desks were arranged in a circle, and at the head of the room there was a slim, tall woman who looked torn between boredom and nervousness. "Hi. I'm Robin Scherbatsky. You guys can call me Ms. Scherbatsky, or really, just Robin is fine. Anyone who uses any name you heard from Professor Stinson will be ignored," she said, waving and leaning against her desk (hee, she had a desk!) "So, I recognize some faces, and...some, not so much, but that's okay. You're here because you're not lame, or at least not as lame as your classmates."

( And lo, there was a lecture )

Underwater Basketweaving as a Metaphor for Organising Your Life -- Tuesday, Period 2

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Class had been handwavily informed that they were meeting not in the classroom, but by the pool. "Welcome," Lulu said. "We're not getting into the pool today, but Professor Mizrahi and I thought it best that we meet here on a regular basis, to keep the environment consistent." She smiled. "To those who don't know me, I am Professor Lulu. Today will be fairly simple," she continued, as she gestured for the students to sit on the floor; she folded herself down as Juli did the same.

Juli picked up the lecture, all but resigned to actually having to teach this class now. "As we’ll be meeting at the pool in the following weeks, you are all advised that appropriate swimwear is rather… necessary.” Though, really, if they hadn’t figured that out from the name of the class…. “Continuing the trend of the first week, we’ll be introducing ourselves today. As Professor Lulu mentioned, I am Professor Mizrahi. I’m aware that for some of you this is terribly repetitive, but neither of us recognize some of you, and it’s likely that there are some of you who don't know each other as well. It's very simple: state your name, your class, what experience you have in either swimming or basket weaving, if any, and one interesting thing about yourself."

"We'll be using your experience levels to help gauge the future classes, so please do be accurate," Lulu said. "Exaggeration and inopportune modesty help no one."

[OCD is up! 'll be up in a mo'!]

Library [7.8]

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This semester was not going so well. 

First, she had missed the newbie picnic, and that was sad.  Then Dominic and Jurgens had signed her up for a class on relationships, and Anemone had spent most of that class boggling at the subject matter with her 'brother'. 

Today, there were bears.  Cute, fuzzy bears, and it had taken all of Anemone's willpower to actually go open the library rather than follow them around town today.  Considering how impetious she tended to be, this was actually a remarkable achievement.

As a reward, she'd checked out a pile of books about bears, and was currently entrenched at the desk, nose buried in one about a sweetie named Paddington.

The Fandom High Library was open for business, be ye newbie, veteran, or Ursidae.

Basic Auto Mechanics, Session 1, Tuesday period 1

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"Good morning," 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 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. And since we're such a small class, if there's anything in particular you want to learn, I can probably work it into the lesson plan, so you can throw that in too. "

He looked around. "So which of you is going first?"

[wait for ocd's up]

The Right Tools, Tuesday Period 4

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Kerrigan was wearing her long black coat heavy on her shoulders, leaving only minor humps at the back where wings brushed against the fabric. Again, she'd pulled the bony spines on her head back into a parody of a ponytail-- the only thing she couldn't hide was the fact that she was green.

For some reason, that made her head fill up with really irritating music. "Good afternoon, class," she said, looming quietly by the desk. "I'm Sarah Kerrigan. Some of you might've met me before, some of you might not've. This is your own chance to gawp if the idea crawls into your head somehow, so I suggest you use it and then shut it. I can read your minds, so don't bother hiding it, either." Well, most of their minds, anyway. You never knew what the school would throw at you in that department. "Yes," she added, "I know I don't look human. Let's get over it." Okay, she didn't know all of their positions on this, but it was better to get it out of the way.

"I used to be a special ops agent deployed on elite missions," she continued, "So I know what I'm talking about. Don't try questioning it. Over the next six weeks, I'm going to be giving you all an introductory tour of the stuff you might get thrown at you out there, and the weapons best suited to every scrap of it. There's not going to be an exam, so I'm just going to tell you all up front that 'Don't die' is, yes, the most basic rule of not getting your ass kicked, bit, or needled."

She shot Adama if he was there a Look, just to make sure. "River Tam will be your teaching assistant, so if you want any alternative perspectives, I suggest you go talk to her. That's the administrative stuff. Now we'll be moving on to the normal first-class introduction round. You know how it goes. You," she said, pointing a finger at the nearest student, "Name, age, favorite weapon to use. We'll see how that holds up by the end of this course. Mine's knives."

On some level, it was just good to be back.

[ wait for the ocd up! ]

How not to get Killed - July 8 - 3rd Period

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Yondaime waited for everyone in the Danger shop and when the students filed in they would find themselves on top of a giant toad, looking out over a dark valley where an army fought a monstrous fox with nine tails.

He looked over his shoulder as everyone filed in. "Welcome everyone. This class is going to focus on ways to not getting killed in different situations. A good life lesson for anyone I think," he said continueing to grin brightly and ignoreing the scene that was happening behind him.

"Since today's the first class I'm not going to actually make you fight that," he said motioning to the fox behind his shoulder. "But you can suggest what you would do to survive the situation after you introduce yourselves of course."

[OMFG I totally forgot that it was Tuesday... this doesn't bode well for the rest of the week. Warning link does go to Youtube.]