Monday, March 23rd, 2009

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Dana smiled as the bell rang and she closed the door today. "You have no idea how glad I am to have you all in class and find out nothing happened over the weekend. No one was flying around, no one was five... It's refreshing, you know?" No, she didn't mean that. She could care less about her students' love lives or anything but hearing embarrassing stuff like that was totally her entertainment.

"Anyway, today we're going to be working on editing. Over the last couple weeks we've been gathering footage, and today you're going to learn how to put it all together." She gave a quick rundown of how the equipment worked despite the lack of Wiki page, damn you Wiki!, and said, "You're going to be working with the footage you shot the other week and your screen tests, seeing what you can do with it. I'm not asking for it to be perfect, I'm just pretty much asking if you can splice together two things to make one thing, and I'll smile at you later if you do so and make it make sense."
[identity profile] swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com
The tables in the art room were covered in small bins of different kinds of stone, metal and plastic beads, wire, different colors of silk cord, and the fastenings needed to turn these things into necklaces and bracelets.

"Hey," Claire announced, once she realized everybody was there and looked up from her attempt at a fake-amber-and-silver bracelet. "We're making jewelry today. I got some directions off the Internet, but it's kind of not rocket science."

"Anyhow, while we're working we have to talk about the Art Crawl thing next month. It's April 15-16, so we need ..." she looked at her notebook. "Somebody to talk to the music club about DJing or playing, somebody to talk to Geoff at the theater about if the cast wants to perform, people to get the art together, somebody to make the advertising posters and hang them up, and people to clean the warehouse out before the show. There's a sign-up sheet going around, so please let me know what you can do so I don't go insane. And I think that's it."
[identity profile] not-a-mused.livejournal.com
Feeling relatively serene today, Cal came in and opened the library, nursing an overly sweetened cup of coffee as he got ready for the long day of sitting around and doing nothing. He'd taken a few notes on some pieces at the art gallery last night, and had decided that his occupation for the day would be trying to take those notes and turn them into...something else. Hopefully an article for the paper, since he'd failed on that one about fifty gazillion times this semester.

He wondered what Rikku would think about a piece regarding big giant pandas....
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There were the usual treats and coffee waiting for everyone, with a high chance of pie, too, and tomorrow was Turtle's birthday, so she decided to take it easy today.

"Okay, guys! I've got some stuff coming in for the kits, and we need to think about writing up those little booklets, but, mostly today, I think we could just have some fun." She hopped off the desk, moving to the blackboard, and wrote in big letters the word MONOPOLY. "Now," she said, "as entrepreneurs, you should know this word. Monopoly means that you pretty much have a hold on everything; no one else can compete with you because you're that powerful. I'm sure this is a pretty familiar concept for some of you here. Governments on this world say this is bad; I say it's only bad if you're being a dictator with your monopoly." She shrugged. "It's up in the air, I guess. I mean, let's say that Turtle & Canary was the only place to get something on the island. Clothes, for example. If Turtle & Canary was the only place that sold clothes, then I would have a monopoly on it. However, since there's also Pixie Dust, I don't have a monopoly on it, and we're in competition...friendly, free-market economy competition...with each other, and people can choose if they want to buy clothes at Turtle & Canary, or go to Pixie Dust and pay way too much."

"What it also is," she continued, "is a game, so we're going to play some of that. Of course, Monopoly is a game that lasts forever and a day, so we're just going to play until the end of the hour and whoever gets closest to a monopoly will win! Might I also add that the game Monopoly is really a poor mark-up of how real monopolies work, but it's fun anyways."
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"Good morning, everyone," Jean-Paul said. He might look a little thin and tired this week, but that was totally none of anyone's concern. "I hope you enjoyed class last week with--" he consulted the memo he'd found in his inbox about his replacement. "Mon dieu. I hope you survived class last week with Monsieur Deadpool." He stood, stunned, for a moment before rallying. "Right. New topic this week. It seems appropriate. Your business is in trouble. Profits are down. Way down. Perhaps the business has been badly managed before you arrived. Perhaps Deadpool visited. What do you do to start turning this ship around? Bonus points will be awarded for laying off as few people as possible.
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Steve looked perfectly composed this week. Except for his left eyebrow, which was half-singed off. "I'm sorry I couldn't be here last week, but I had an emergency to tend to. I hope Mr. Stark did all right and didn't traumatize anyone too much. I'd have found you a qualified teacher, but I was in a hurry and I figured he was the next best thing," Steve said wryly. "So, this week we're going to talk about sexual harassment. It's bad, don't do it." Steve passed around a handout. "This fact sheet discusses what is sexual harassment and what is not. Basically, if an action is unwelcome, it's sexual harassment. So, ask yourself, "Is this person acting like they want me to knock it off?" and if they are, apologize and leave them alone." Then he smiled. "That's it for this week. You have the rest of the period free. You can ask me any questions you may have, or just go take a nap or whatever it is teenagers do in their free time."
[identity profile] slapbetcommish.livejournal.com
Don't ask why Lily was wearing a Santa hat in class in March. The end of March, even. But there was a giant Christmas tree in the playroom! And there were presents underneath!

"We were going to talk about personality but you know what, no, we're having Christmas," Lily announced. "Those four to six-year-olds? You're going to watch them open presents and experience the childlike glee. That's it. Merry fake Christmas!"

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