So You Want to Make a TV Show- 2nd Period- Class #9

[fear_of_fish]

Dana didn't worry about things like hellos this week. She'd lost an hour and was still paying for it. 'Hello' could suck it, her extra words saved were her way of getting some time back. "Last week I gave you all cameras? I hope you used them, and moreso I hope you brought them back."

Once the footage had been handed in, Dana let everyone reload with new tapes and said, "And today what we're going to be directing. You should all probably know what that is. The director is the one who gets the pretty credit where everyone goes 'Oh, he or she is the person who put this all together.' Now, you're going to find that there are really different types of directors. A television director has different responsibilities than someone who works on film who is different than someone who works on stage. Even in TV, live television is going to be different than filming a sitcom. And even when you're filming a sitcom, things change depending on whether you use a live audience or not, and I'm so glad you can't tell when they do that because I don't need a laugh track, I know when to laugh, thanks. Or maybe they still do it and I just haven't cared. Whichever.

What you're going to be doing is filming each other. It's very simple. You may have even gotten practice at it last week. You're going to point a camera and practice bossing each other around. This is something an episodic television show director does more than someone who's doing a sports show, but we're going to be dealing with our stuff more later anyway and I'm sure most of you already have ideas in your head of what you think you should do so let's get that out of your systems. One person will talk. It doesn't matter what you recite; you can write your own, you can choose a monologue from one of these books up here at my desk... I don't care what you say, that's not the point. Whoever's directing is going to be telling you how to stand, make sure you're in frame, keep others out of the shots if you don't want them there, and make sure things look the way you want them to, along with making sure the person who's talking at you cooperates. Which is usually the hardest part, so have fun with that."

Sex Ed, Monday [3-9] Third Period

[screwyoumarvel]

"Good morning, class," Steve said. He had a stack of notes to read from, and while he looked very pink, there was not a hint of embarrassment in his voice or expression. "Let's talk about sexual and gender identity.

( Steve talks a lot under here )

Business 101, Monday [3-9] First Period

[notanactualfairy]

"Good morning," Jean-Paul said, waving a hand toward the coffee and doughnuts set out on a table. "Coffee, pastry, you know the drill. Today you are going to create a company, which you will be working with as your model for the rest of the semester. What service are you providing, what is your target demographic, what sort of management is there, is the company publicly traded, and anything else you think of. You will have the entire class period to work on this and may work on it more this week before turning in your business plan next week, but I want at least a concept by the end of the period. You may brainstorm together or speak to me if you like. Bon chance."

Library; Monday [ 03/09 ].

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

It was a Monday morning after DST, so Cal was understandably a little groggy as he shuffled into the library, clinging to his cup of sugar with some coffee and cream. It might not have been so understandable how he was groggy enough that he didn't even notice the palm trees. Or the faint salty sea breeze air. Or anything really (he at least recognized that something was kind of nice), as he sat down and settled to the task of waking the hell up.

It was shortly after that moment that he heard the little clacking sound. And a scuttling. Cal frowned, uncertain as to whether or not he wanted to figure out what it was. Then a scurrying in the corner of his eyes caused him to turn her head, but whatever it was, he missed it. Wait! There it was again! Cal missed it once more, but the third time, he caught it, just before it disappeared behind a shelf.

Then he let out a groan.

Great, just great.

He had crabs.

Young Entrepreneurs; Monday, Period 6 [ 03/09].

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Turtle very decidedly did not want to move around today any more than was necessary, even in the occasional wince of pain was the only indication that anything was wrong. So, once she got all the food set out and sat down, that was that. No more moving, except to pass out a few packets of information.

"Okay," she started, not even bothering to move for the gavel. "What I've done for these packets is gathered some information about various different kind of cases and boxes, because, no matter how much you talk about putting things into a kit, it's all pretty moot if you don't have anything to put it in. Now, these aren't an end-all, be-all. There might be a better, more cost-effective route to go than wholesaling cases like these. But these are options that an entrepreneur has and must consider, so look them over, think about them, think about other options if you can, and come back next week with some idea and what you might do for this particular product."

Blank Page Art Club, Art Room, Monday After Classes

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There was the usual array of drawing supplies and some Plasticine left over from last week on a table at the side, but that didn't seem to be Claire's focus this week.

"Hey," she greeted. "So, call this a planning session. We only have a couple weeks left in the semester and if we want to do a show or something, we need to figure out where and when and make stuff for it, and, like, decide if we should do a theme or anything. Anybody got ideas? I was going to ask Miss York if we could do it at the gallery, but the school's a castle. We might have space here."

Ethics [Tuesday, March 10, 2nd period]

[sith_happened]

"Love is patient, love is kind," Anakin began, looking down at his notes, then snorted and made the universal symbol for "blah, blah, blah" with his hand.

He might secretly be a soft touch on the subject, but he was hoping no one in the room would call him on it.

"In my version of the Jedi Order, we were taught that in order to maintain the proper distance necessary to negotiate impartially across our galaxy, we were to strive for serenity, not passion. To be Jedi, we should not know anger, or hatred...or love. When we were very small children, we were raised in the Temple so that family loyalty or planetary allegiance would not get in the way of following the will of the Force."

He crossed his arms over his chest and glanced around the room. "Is this an unreasonable standard to hold someone to? Can you stop someone from falling in love? What do you think they were trying to prevent?"

Management Theory [Tuesday, March 10, 4th period]

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"Accessorizing is crucial for an effective manager!" Yzma proclaimed. "And the most important accessory to have is a weapon that no one else knows you have!"

Cackling, she yanked up her dress to show the knife sheath strapped to her thigh. Behold! Scrawny old lady leg! You lucky, lucky students.

She clapped her hands and a variety of, sadly, rubber weapons clattered into a pile in the corner. She was really hoping someone would be able to hide the enormous bazooka somewhere on their body. "You will have five minutes to accessorize yourselves properly," she proclaimed, waving her hand in the air and causing a portable changing room to appear, "and then you will come out and we shall all guess how many accessories you're wearing! Won't that be fun!"

Depends on your idea of fun, Yzma...

Food Appreciation [Class Nine, Period #3]

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"Okay, we're gonna make the lecture quick today guys because the food we've got melts," Marshall said. If the students looked at the buffet table, they would see that Marshall was not lying. The table was covered in all flavors of ice cream, popsicles, fudgesicles, ice cream cake, frozen yogurts, slushees and all sorts of other moddable frozen treats.

Marshall picked up a blue popsicle and opened it up so he could eat and use it as a pointer at the same time. "So we're covering frozen desserts today. I figure since it's getting warmer out, you all wouldn't mind me forcing cold food upon you. As you probably already know, this stuff is awesome and refreshing when it's hot. And, again, as you already know, it's got one big downside because when it's hot it melts all over you. And then it gets sticky. And then bees attack you. And then your brothers laugh at you for flailing like a girl."

True story.

"Anyways, it's all good and it's all sweet and delcious and comes in many, many flavors. It's all unhealthy too. Don't listen to people when they say popsicles are just frozen water. There's more to it than that," he said. He pointed the blue popsicle at the class. "Good things in moderation."

Yeah, that was rich coming from Marshall. His grocery list consisted entirely of candy.

"So go ahead and dig in before it melts." Marshall's eyes widened. "Oh! Oh! Don't eat it too fast! I don't want to be responsible for any brain freezes in here, okay?"

"One more thing!" He said, lifting up the popsicle up in the air. "Wear old clothes next week. We're meeting in the Danger Shop. It's gonna get messy."