Introductory Superhuman Physics, Tuesday Fourth Period [9-2]

[notanactualfairy]

At first, there was no teacher at the front of the classroom, and the blackboard was blank. Then, there was a swift breeze, and suddenly a lean man with pointy features stood at the front of the room. The blackboard now read:

Introductory Superhuman Physics
Mr. Beaubier

"Good afternoon, everyone," Jean-Paul said. "This is Introductory Superhuman Physics; if you are one of our new and naive students allow me to take this opportunity to teach lesson one: yes, superpowers exist. A lot of your fellow students and teachers have them. I direct your attention to my feet." Which were hovering several inches off the floor. "In this class we will be covering how these superpowers work. The class is titled 'physics' but will by necessity delve into some biological matters as well, and as a disclaimer, I will tend to default to how these things work in my home universe. If you happen to know your universe works differently on a particular topic, I would be very pleased if you would share with the class. Your syllabus is not ready this week due to Dragon*Con; I will have it for you by next week.

"Now, for this week, we will do the usual round of introductions. This will also help me tailor your syllabus. I would like to know your name, where you are from, why you are taking this class, and about any superpowers you might have. Simple, non?"

Ethics [Tuesday, September 2, 2nd period]

[sith_happened]

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 (and a unicorn, and a...droid) 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.

"Last 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?"

Library [9.2]

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Anemone had heard a rumor that there was a new librarian, so she and Gulliver arrived nice and early to get things in order.  Getting things 'in order' might bear a startling resemblence to wielding a broom and dustpan as she muttered snidely at the 100s about  behaving themselves,  but that was neither here nor there.


[OOC:  ETA --  Today is "Please, Freshmen, Drive Ahdari Up The Wall" day.  Add that to some of the wackos in town from the RNC (from BOTH parties, thanks), and it is SP to the max.  As in, um, I will try to ping on lunch, but no promises.]

Home Economics, Tuesday, Period 3 [Class 1]

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

Lulu stepped up to the front of the class, smiling warmly at the gathered students. "Good morning, everyone," she said, leaning back against her desk. "I'm glad to see you all here, and I hope that you're all ready for the new semester. I'll have a final syllabus for you next class; today, I'd like to focus on making sure that we all know each other. So, as I'm sure you're doing in all of your other classes," and here she smirked, just slightly, a quick upturn at the corner of her mouth, "we'll be doing introductions."

[OCD is up! in a mo'!]