Food Appreciation [Class Eight, Period #3]

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"Cheese is one of the greatest foods on earth. It goes great with everything," Marshall said, deciding to skip the niceties and the hello's this morning. Cheese day was an important day, dammit. "For those of you who are lactose intolerant I apologize for today's class and I have provided you with candy to eat while I talk."

Indeed there were piles of candy on everybody's desk to eat while Marshall talked out of cheese.

"For those of you who don't know, cheese is made from the proteins and fat from milk. Usually this is milk from cows but there are also cheeses from goats, sheep and buffalo. There's a bunch of different kinds of cheese. You can get different styles, textures and flavors depending on the origin of the milk, whether it has been pasteurized, butterfat content, the species of bacteria and mold, and the processing including the length of aging."

Marshall grinned. "Wikipedia is awesome."

"So, like, there's a bunch of fancy cheeses and there's people who like to think they're cheese connoisseurs and are all serious business about cheese. I don't roll like that," he said. "We're gonna eat good stuff."

He walked behind the buffet table and pointed out the sorts of food he got today. "We've got cheetos, cheez-its, macaroni and cheese, nachos, cheese fries, cheesy poofs, Goldfish crackers, that cheese that comes in a can, broccoli cheese soup, string cheese, mozzarella sticks..."

There was a lot of cheesy foods up there.

"Eat! Enjoy cheese!" Marshall couldn't resist picking up the cheese in a can and spraying a bit in his mouth. Don't worry, he didn't put his lips on the can or anything. That would be gross.

Right.

Management Theory [Tuesday, March 3, 4th period]

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Today, when the students arrived, they would find Yzma wearing the same charming goggles and lab coat ensemble as the rest of them.

"Sometimes," she began, "traditional means of getting your point across to the clearly inferior--talking, yelling, kicking them with pointy shoes--simply do not work! Sometimes they will not let you win at shuffleboard and make fun of your hair!" She coughed. "Not that that has happened to me. Sometimes you have no choice but to resort to...CHEMISTRY!"

She cackled madly as thunder pealed and a cabinet full of pink vials opened up behind her.

"It is difficult to win at shuffleboard when you don't have opposable thumbs!" she giggled to herself.

"Pair up, and make sure you each take a vial. One person drinks the vial--or drops it on the floor, it doesn't really matter--and the other person observes what happens! Then switch!"

Somehow she didn't think the second person would be all that anxious to drink the potions after they observed what happened.

"All effects--if there are any--will wear off before class is over! And no taking potions out of the class with you."

And this was a totally effective management technique where she came from. Yzma's country was odd.

Library [3.3]

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It was entirely possible that Anemone was still sulking that vacation was over. She had her first tan ever, and was practically humming as she went about shelving the books, Gulliver trailing along behind.

As much as she missed life-in-flight, she could get used to life-outside. Especially with all that sunshine and water.

Summer couldn't get here fast enough for her tastes.

When Words Fail, Music Speaks; Tuesday, Sixth Period [ 03/03 ].

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The door to the music room held a bit note, written both in English and Japanese, the latter just because Chad liked writing in Japanese:

Can't make it today. Not feeling well. Feel free to jam on without me.

Because it appeared that the effects of a week-long drunken haze were going to potentially last as long as the debauchery itself, and there was no way Chad would be able to handle listening to music right now with his pounding head. Far be it from him to completely cancel the meeting, though, as that would mean depriving others of music, and that was not cool.