Business 101, Monday [3-16] First Period

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Today when people filed on into class, they might have noticed a tiny change. Very tiny.

"Morning kids! Yes, I know my ears aren't nearly pointy enough, nor am I snooty enough to be
teaching this class, but... Here I am. Deal with it," Deadpool said cheerfully. "Your teacher can't be here right now so I'll be filling in for him despite no business experience in the slightest."

Oh, this was gonna be fuuuuun.

"So, to keep up to date with you kids, we're going to discuss the most recent events in the economy of note. Of note to me, so... we're going to review the epic battle between Jon Stewart and Jim Cramer. My money's on the comedian, honestly. He took out the guy in the bowtie already. He's ready for blood."

"Now, feel free to look over the footage detailing the brawl and tell me who you think was the winner. And I fully suggest you fight amongst yourselves over it. For my entertainment."

A beat.

"I'll even give you a gladiatorial set of weapons."

Sex Ed, Monday [3-16] Third Period

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( Tony Stark was not a happy man )

So You Want to Make a TV Show- 2nd Period- Class #10

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Today the students might notice a few changes in the room. Mainly that there was a backdrop behind her desk that looked much like your typical news set. There were papers on the desk, and the desks had been moved apart slightly to make room for a large teleprompter and the big camera from the other week.

When the bell rang, Dana took a moment to look over the class. "Good, you're all your rightful selves again. Then we can move on without milk and cookie time, which is good since I didn't bring those," she said. "We've gone over writing, and being on both ends of the camera a bit, and now we're going to work on screen testing."

She patted the teleprompter. "This is what we call a teleprompter. The papers on the desk you always see on the news are mainly props. This thing will show you your lines and you read them for the camera, hopefully without being stiff or wooden or looking like a deer in the headlights. You're going to be writing your own intro, you know, the typical 'Welcome to insert name of show here, I'm insert your name here, we've got a great show for you tonight insert quip here.' And then you're going to sit at my desk, in front of the camera, and read your lines from the teleprompter. You are being recorded, but don't worry too much about that. Especially since you have a live audience."

Blank Page Art Club, Art Room, Monday (After Classes)

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Katchoo, with Clocky dutifully hovering close by her feet, was slouched in a chair near the front of the room and half asleep when people started arriving.

That didn't last once Clocky rammed into her ankle and startled her awake with a loud yelp and an impressive burst of profanity.

"Yeah, so, art show. We were talking about doing this Art Crawl thing --" she did the little fistpump, she couldn't help it -- "in one of the buildings in the warehouse district. Everybody still up for it and all that jazz? If we're gonna do this we better get cracking with the planning."

She shrugged and glanced toward the tables where the supplies had been laid out. "Or, y'know, draw or whatever. Just for the love of God, no crayons."

. . . there were totally crayons on the tables anyway.

Mad Kings & Queens, Week X [Monday, Period 4]

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"Good morning, students," Ghanima said, carefully looking them over as they assembled to make sure no one was still wee and tiny. "Today we cover Abu ‘Ali Mansur Tāriqu l-Ḥākim, called bi Amr al-Lāh," she said, writing it out on the board. "Which literally means "Ruler by God's Command". He was the sixth Fatimid caliph and 16th Ismaili imam."

( On the following morning the dignitaries assembled in the Grand Hall to await the new Caliph. Al-Mansur, wearing the diamond turban, entered the Hall and walked to the golden throne, the assembly bowing to the ground meanwhile. They greeted him with the baya as Imam and the title al-Hakim bi-Amrillah by which he was thereafter known. )

"In the final years of his reign, Hakim displayed a growing inclination toward asceticism and withdrew for meditation regularly. On the night of February 1021 and at the age of 36 , Hakim left for one of his nocturnal outings to the Muqattam hills outside of Cairo, but never returned. A futile search was conducted for the 36 year old caliph-imam; only his riding donkey and his bloodstained garments were found. The mystery of Hakim’s disappearance was never solved. Al-Ḥākim was succeeded by his young son Ali az-Zahir under the regency of his sister Sitt al-Mulk."

[OCD has arrived!]

Library; Monday [ 03/16 ].

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Cal had consider just skipping out on the whole going in and opening the library thing today. He'd also considered, once he got there, just hiding under the desk, so he could at least say he was there, but he'd be safe from having to deal with anything from the weekend. It was a library; it wasn't hard to figure out. People could manage without him.

He decided that maybe he could pretend it didn't exist, to a certain degree, with left him just sitting at the desk, face buried in his hands. The thing was that he couldn't completely dismiss the whole thing as a really bad dream because there was freaking evidence. A ton of candy, some socks and ribbons, and, of all things, a jar. Socks and ribbons and candy could easily be explained away, but it was kind of hard to rationalize having stolen someone else's jar with a paper heart in it.

Which in itself would be fascinating if it wasn't stolen property from him running around all weekend.

As a little girl.

A princess, no less.

Cal let out a groan. Just shoot him now.

Young Entrepreneurs; Monday, Period 6 [ 03/16 ].

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Turtle had the benefit of having been an older little kid, therefor far less prone to doing anything embarrassing, and, besides, eight year old Turtle was remarkably similar to almost-seventeen year old Turtle in her approach to life, hindered by a smaller vocabulary, tinier height, and a preoccupation with cooties.

Well, she had made Marco cry, but that was neither here nor there. And, anyway, it was back to business time, so there was no preamble today beyond a greeting, because there was a lot of work to be done today. She was going to get a lot of use out of the blackboard in the classroom.

"Okay, so, today's a good day to see where we stand. Last week, Leto had a few suggestions about getting a firmer idea on what we're putting in the cases and Alice and I discussed the matter of packaging a lot, and so here's what we've got so far."

( Cut for Lists )

"Now, these are just some ideas, so let's brainstorm on some others and I'll add them to our lists and then maybe we can even start putting them together soon."

Ethics [Tuesday, March 17, Second period]

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Anakin stalked into the room and shut the door firmly behind him. His spin would have been much more impressive if a small shower of Lucky Charms hadn't fallen from his hood.

"Today we talk about wrath," he said. "There's something very human about giving in to our temper," he said. "It's freeing, uncomplicated."

He paused. "At least at that moment. The repercussions are always waiting."

He waved a hand and the holoprojector flipped to life. Frozen in time was a young Jedi with two lightsabers at the neck of an older, clearly defeated enemy. The students might remember the scenario from a few weeks ago.

"This was me," he said, pointing at the young man. "And that older man was evil and threatened my family. It didn't make the choice I made--to kill him while he knelt there--any less wrong."

He looked around the classroom making eye contact with every student before continuing. "Wrath is very, very tempting. It urges you to listen to that dark little voice inside of you--to cut loose, live without consequences."

He pointed at the holo again. "There are always consequences. This moment has stayed with me, made me the person I am. It wasn't a positive influence."

Anakin stopped pacing. "What would it take for you to get to that hazy edge? And more importantly, how do you stop yourself from giving in?"

Food Appreciation, Period 3, Class #10

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The students had been told to meet up in the Danger Shop for today's class. Hopefully everybody had worn their old clothes because today was gonna get messy. The Danger Shop had been made to look like a cafeteria with plenty of places to dodge, dip, duck, dive and...dodge. There were two long tables on each side of the room with plenty of ammo for a good food fight: Jello, mashed potatoes, soggy cafeteria vegetables, pies, pudding, cake, sloppy joes...all sorts of stuff.

They were totally having a food fight today.

( And, look, Marshall brought someone with him to even the numbers up )

( And there are teams )

Management Theory [Tuesday, March 17, 4th period]

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"One of the most important parts of being a manager is choosing someone to be your flunky...er minion, I mean ASSISTANT. Yes. Assistant," Yzma said, pacing around the Danger Room.

"They do the parts of your job you don't want to: picking up dry cleaning, talking to people on the phone..." She clapped her hand and a movie screen scrolled out of nowhere. "There is a marvelous instructional video on how to be an effective manager called meta for The Devil Wears Prada. After we've watched the good parts, you will have an assignment!"

Thunder cackled ominously. "Won't that be wonderful?"