Library; Monday [ 04/06 ].

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So, the zombies were defeated and the world could go back to being normal and Cal could stop pretending that he cared enough to do things to help, right?

Back to just the nice, comfortable repetition of going to the library, putting too much sugar in his coffee, and then pretending to work.

Return to normalcy, right?

Yeah, right...

Business 101, Monday [4-6] First Period

[notanactualfairy]

"I do not want to talk about it," Jean-Paul said firmly. "Let it suffice to say that I hope you are all well and I did not...chew on any of you, and that your assignment for today is to zombie-apocalypse-proof your business plan. Bon chance."

Sex Ed, Monday [4-6] Third Period

[screwyoumarvel]

The desks were gone from the Sex Ed classroom today, replaced by beanbag chairs and floor pillows in front of the TV. "Good morning," Steve said. "I hope everyone is recovered, or at least recovering, from the events of this weekend. Today we're going to watch Hera, a movie about teen pregnancy. There's plenty of popcorn and drinks, so get comfortable and enjoy the movie."

So You Want to Make a TV Show- 2nd Period- Class #13

[fear_of_fish]

When the bell rang, Dana took one look at her class and said, "No one is actually thinking even the tiniest bit about school today, huh?

"I'm going to forgive it this time," she decided, passing around a piece of paper for the kids to sign. "These are your sign ups for the final. The job descriptions and expectations are listed there, put your name next to what you want to do, and tah dah. If you don't sign up for something, or if more than one person signs up for more than one thing, I'll be the deciding factor there, so choose wisely, young ones. Once you've done that, you can go, or you can put your head down on your desk and sleep, or," she said, patting the TV, "you can stay and watch cartoons. Glorious, mindless cartoons."

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

[atreideslioness]

As the students came in today, they'd probably all be pleased to notice the lack of desks, the huge pile of pillows and blankets, and the television at the front of the room.

"Right," Ghanima said once they were all comfortable. "If you didn't learn anything this week about overthrowing a mad ruler and dealing with unconquerable odds - and make no mistake, that's what our friend out there was - then you need to retake this class and stay awake next time."

Voodoo hexes. Really

"Today we're supposed to cover Idi Amin Dada," she said, pointing to the stack of handouts by the door. "Take one when you leave. For now, we're going to watch a movie. It's called the meta for The Last King of Scotland, and it happens to be on the person we're supposed to be studying today."

"If you have no attention span and have somewhere important to be, like the clinic or a hot shower, then just take the handout and go. I'll see you next week."

[Wait for the OCD is up!]

Art Club, Art Classroom, Monday, 4/6

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So yesterday half the school was fighting zombies and a big chunk of the other half actually was zombies, and today things were back to normal.

Kind of normal. Sort of normal. Normal enough that Claire was in the art room after classes, dragging out crayons, construction paper, and pipe cleaners for the club meeting, when an especially small and timid gremlin who would never have bothered her at all if it wasn't for the treaty hopped out from behind the tempera paints and bit her wrist hard.

"Fucking OW," Claire said, and that was the last thing Claire would say as herself for quite a while. For the moment, she thought she was a three-year-old furry red monster.

"La la la la, la la la la, Elmo's world ...," he sang, repeating it as people assembled for the club. Elmo kept talking once everyone was there. He had so many friends, and they all looked so smart!

"Hi! Elmo's goldfish Dorothy was thinking about art." Dorothy was, in fact, a misshapen attempt at pottery left in the studio to dry, and thus had probably been thinking about no such thing. "Elmo has a question for you! How do you make art?"

He bounced. "And after you answer that, we'll sing the art song! 'Art art art, art art art, art art art art aaaaaaart'!"

Student Council Meeting, Monday, Lunchtime (4/6/09)

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There was lunch of sandwiches and salad. Nathan waited for everyone to get comfortable before he began.

"Glad to see you all safe and sound," Nathan said. "We've got a lot of work to get done before the end of today's session. Prom is this Friday. We need a theme, we need ticket sales, and we need people to do the posts set everything up. Sign up sheets will be going around.

"The end of the semester will be here before you know it," Nathan said. "We will be meeting next Friday just to wrap things up before exams. But for now: prom. Let's put our focus on that.

"Unless anybody can tell me what happened to Peter yesterday. In which case I'm happy to take a moment to talk about other things."

[ooc: OCD is up!]

Young Entrepreneurs; Monday, Period 6 [ 04/06 ].

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Turtle definitely had a lot of errands to run before the meeting today. A week of zombie invasion sort of threw a wrench into the whole smoothing-running of things, but it seemed pretty fitting, as that's what she was going to talk about.

First, the coffee and donuts with a little space for the presumed inevitable pie, althuogh she wouldn't have held it against Ned if he didn't exactly have the time to make one or two considering how, less than twenty-four hours ago, they were invaded by zombies.

But business waited for no event. And that's what she'd be talking about.

"Things happen," she started, "and the world keeps spinning, even if it feels like everything just needs to stop for a bit and hold on. The world of business isn't going to hold on for you. It's going to go ahead and if you can't keep up, it'll leave you behind. Some of the things for the kits came in; we'll be working on starting to put them together today."

"But, while the world of business keeps moving, there's still a certain delicate...balance to consider about timing. As in war, so in business. The right move at the right time can lead to victory; the wrong one at the wrong time, however, could be disastrous. Consider, for example, if we were to finish up the kits today and release them to the public. The timing would be terrible. We could get them out this week, easily, I think, but would it be wise? A day late, a dollar short. Not only that, but so soon would make it look like we're trying to take advantage of the recent event and turn a profit from that. People don't like that. We've probably got about three weeks safety area before we could really do much, really."

Turtle shrugged a little. "Get them out during exam week, actually, and we might not only take advantage of the exam stress, but also the support of having them out before anything happens at graduation. The trick to timing, of course, is to be able to hide the fact that you're being advantageous about when you put this stuff out."

Child Development- 1st Period- Class #13

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The students coming to class today would find their teacher a little on the late side.

And when she did show (don't even try enacting the five minute rule), she was wordless, dancing the hula to some imaginary music, complete with the outfit.

And then, a couple minutes in, it wore off.

Lily stared at the class, her mouth open in a wide embarrassed "O", and finally rallied, clapping her hands together. "SO. We were going to talk about problems in school today. I... seem to have left my handouts and everything at my apartment somehow. Can't imagine why. So I'd like you all to pair up and discuss a problem a school-age child might have in school and how you would go about dealing with it. And then when you're done... get a stuffed animal from the toy box and cuddle it."

Ethics [Tuesday, April 7, 2nd period]

[sith_happened]

When the Ethics students arrived, they'd notice a number of tables in the room, all holding nests of Woklings.

"Today we talk about lust," he said. "Or rather, the unintended consequences that can happen when you take action without precautions."

He smiled. "I don't think you'll actually make an Ewok, no, but droid babies have been done to death." He also thought that the students might need something that looked a little like giant teddy bears this week. He wouldn't say that though, for fear of tarnishing his reputation. These are sentient creatures from the forest moon of Endor." He then went on to explain what Ewoks eat (other than Han Solo), how much they slept (not much), and general care of the species. "If any of these are neglected or set on fire, the island will not be big enough for you to escape from me," he said darkly. He held up a pamphlet of Ewok to English translations. "The Woklings are young, but they do know some language. I've also made certain to get their names from the Chief this time. Please listen carefully as your names and then their names are called."

He glanced down at his notes. "Oh, I also realize that this is Prom weekend. If you are attending the dance, please arrange for babysitting."