Cooking Club [Home Ec Classroom, Thursday]

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Ned had almost forgotten about the cooking club what with the off week last week. He was still set on cruise time and he really needed to get back on island time. You'd think the differences in temperatures would do it but Ned was still waking up thinking he was on a big boat. For that reason, he was bringing back an idea from the first semester.

"Hey guys," Ned said, nodding. "If you're like me, you're still adjusting to being back on the island and not being able to sort of laze around for hours on end. So, to try and energize ourselves, we're going to have a food fight. With a twist."

Ned's twists weren't that earth shattering, don't worry.

"As you can see, there is no premade food in the room today. Before you actually start fighting, you're going to have to make your food. Today's food comes in three fighting ready groups: Jello, pies, and pastas. Which one works the best is all a matter of how you use it. But, you're going to have to make your ammo before you use your ammo. You'll have to be quick and good. Throwing a half made pie at someone will be quick but who's to say if it's even going to make it to the other person if it's not made well."

Ned already had a mop at the ready.

"So, get going. Have fun. And try not to take any eyes out."

Journalism: Thursday, Period 4, Class 8

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"This week's topic isn't on your syllabus," Jonah said. The bell rang to officially begin the class before anyone could point out that he never handed any syllabi out. "But it's important to journalism, so we're going with it."

"Photography! You've heard that a picture's worth a thousand words? Well, a great picture on your front page can be worth tens of thousands of readers. Journalistic photographs aren't necessarily your art school crap of two men playing chess in a park. Journalistic photographs do three things. First, they look good, obviously. You're not going to sell a story with an out of focus picture unless it's of a creature that doesn't actually exist. Second, they tell a story. It's why it's called 'photojournalism.' Whether the story is about a mother reunited with her children, firefighters fighting a fire, or a masked 'hero'" Jonah finger-quoted that, "committing a crime, your photo has to get the point across even without the article running alongside it. Third, if you're going to put it with an article, it should be the most iconic version of the scene possible, because THAT is what makes your story sing instead of whistling offkey."

"Let's put it this way. You write an article about firefighters handling a horrible fire. What's your angle? 'There was a fire here and these men took care of it'? No! You find a human interest story there. Who were the tenants? Could their homes be salvaged? Who fought the fire? Did they have any connections to the building? A cousin of a friend of an aunt of the landlord or something? You look for the right angle for the story. Same thing goes for photojournalism, except that it's literal. You need to physically find the right angle, take your picture at just the right time. Most of the time this is easy as crap; find an angle that looks good, you take your shot and that's the end of that. But once in a while you find a truly great shot that will make up for the mediocrity you've shown the rest of the time."

"So, here's what your assignment is. Each of you has a disposable camera. I took 23 pictures in a dark room with each of them, leaving you with one exposure left. Tell me a story with that last picture. I don't really care what the story is and it's a tiny town so I'm well aware that the story could be either really boring or really really unbelievable. I'll be in my office next Wednesday. Drop your cameras off then handwavey is fine and we'll look at the photos next week."

"Don't think you're done yet. Here's a picture," Jonah said, turning on a projector and showing this image. "This picture tells a story. Figure out what it is. I bet you can't figure out what story the caption told."

Library [Thursday, March 4]

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Claudia had only been back a few days, but she knew that she was really, really tired of the cold weather again.

And so she'd implemented the idea she had on the ship: she'd turned a pair of scuba flippers into a gold-glitter dipped nightmare of a miniskirt, topping it off with a coconut bra, a Hawaiian print shirt, and some sandals that strapped all the way up to her knees. On anyone else it would look insane. On Claudia, it looked great.

Of course she was freezing as she opened up the library, but that didn't really bother her. It was for art, after all.

Literature, Class 8: Period 3, Thursday, March 5

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"I trust all of you are well-rested from your vacation," Miss Bennet said brightly. "I heard the weather was exquisite. I do hope you found time over break to engage in a spot of reading, as I did ask, last class, that you obtain a copy of either Randolph Park or Amelia. Both were in the school library. However."

This was a quite generous smile that she was granting her students. "I am prepared to be quite understanding, if the excitement of tropical weather and a cruise meant that the matter slipped your mind entirely, and you have read neither work for today's class. Everything belongs in its right place. I could never talk of books in a ballroom, and I must confess, I doubt that any of you could focus on romance and social intrigue in paper form while so much was going on around you. Therefore, if you haven't read either work, there is no penalty for saying so, and I shall try to keep today's discussion accessible to all."

( Jane Austen was Wrong )

(OOC: I wrote up a meta-ing for the names of the major characters in the two books, so we wouldn't keep tripping over each other in inventing them. You can find that here.)

Thaumaturgy 101 - First Period, Thursday 3/05

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"Class, unfortunately, has quite a few handouts today."

She sent the sheets through through the class, passing it to the nearest person.

"For those who were in my alchemy class, I'll remind you that many of the meanings provided here could be utilized in any alchemical workings you might try and that the principles you learned there still apply."

[ocd up]

Newspaper Staff Meeting, 4 pm, Journalism Room

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"Okay," Rikku said hurriedly, slapping down the usual box of donuts. "We're gonna do this one quickly. Any news? Any updates? Any ideas? Any objections to keeping this one short?"

Reno and Jamie. Watching a toddler. That could not end well.