Business 101, Monday [4-13] First Period

[notanactualfairy]

Jean-Paul wasn't behind his desk today. He stood beside it, rather. Behind his desk, sitting on a couple of phone books, was a little girl with brown hair and very blue eyes. Jean-Paul had raided the art supplies, and Joanne was very intent on some project involving construction paper and glitter.

Joanne liked glitter.

"This is Joanne," he informed the class. "She is my daughter. I will entertain no questions about her, and if you make her cry you will fail this class, and also life. There is paper and crayons for any children you may have brought with you." They could not have Joanne's glitter. "Your assignment for today is to lay out how your business deals with children. In the workplace, as customers, whatever. Bon chance."

Sex Ed, Monday [4-13] Third Period

[screwyoumarvel]

"I realize some of you may have had to bring your children to class today," Steve said, "and that, yes, this is an unfortunate turn of events. However, I have set up a play area with art supplies--" on a tarp "--over in that corner. I apologize that it is not soundproof, but look at it this way: they'll be some other you's problem soon." Or them in the future, in which case it was more like a reprieve than a carte blanche he was giving them.

"So, it's the last week before your final, and I thought it would be a good idea to have a sort of open forum, where everyone can ask any questions they might have about anything related to the class, and I and your classmates will do our best to answer. You can also use this time to review for the final if you haven't really got any questions. How does that sound?" Steve continued without waiting for an answer, with the relentless, merciless cheer of a man who'd cleaned marshmallow off every single surface in his kitchen recently. "Good. Let's get started."

Blank Page Art Club, April 13 (Monday, After Classes)

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Katchoo looked like she wasn't hung over, but really, really wanted to be.

"'kay," she said over the racket that was Clocky screeching while Morgana roared and chased it, "today really isn't the day for stuff that involves, y'know, X-Acto knives and things and geez, Morgana, keep it down for a minute, will ya?"

She sighed and gestured at the tables. "Sculpey and Play-Doh over there, crayons and the cheesy kind of watercolors there, tempera paint if you really wanna get messy but I'm not cleaning it up for you, got it?"

That said, she got up and headed into the corner to try and wrangle Morgana, who'd gotten hold of an 18-inch ruler and was brandishing it at Clocky. "Stop! I COMMAND you to COME BACK HERE!" Morgana was yelling while Clocky hid behind a cabinet.

". . . yeah," Katchoo said. "Have fun, people."

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

[atreideslioness]

Today, instead of Ghanima at the front of the class, the students would see three children waiting for them. Alexander sat behind his mother's desk, still impeccably dressed in his suit as the tapped away at his PDA. Elaine sat on the edge of the desk, leaning over to watch him work, as Noree waited patiently beside her. Ghanima was seated near the back of the classroom, watching with amusement.

( In which a pack of Atreides teach a harsh lesson on the price of disobeying a pack of madmen. )

Alexander grinned evilly. "It's up to you to decide if the commands of the sovereign should be obeyed," he stated, "but beware the consequences! If you choose to ignore your orders, your classmates pick the punishment!"

[OCD is up! Students, feel free to bring your children and any of their siblings along to class.]

So You Want to Make a TV Show- 2nd Period- Class #14

[fear_of_fish]

When the class settled in, with any kids that might be attending, Dana said, "You remember our class on dealing with things you weren't expecting? Everyone's kids would be one of those things. Notice how I roll with it. So your assignments are posted, and most everyone got what they signed up for. And lucky for me and the hair I'm not going to pull out too much, today's rehearsal for next week's final. Take a look at what you're doing, and practice it. If you want to go down to the library to research, that's fine, if you want to take a better look at the equipment, go for it, if you just want to practice saying your lines in front of the camera, that's perfect. If you have any questions, now's the time to ask them, because next week we go live.

"And if you brought your kids, I have the same cartoons as last week."

Library; Monday [ 04/13 ].

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Try as he might, Cal could not convince himself that today was just another normal Monday. He did put forth the effort: grumbling about having to be up so early, making himself some coffee with too much sugar in it, and going to the library to open it up. All of those were very normal activities.

The fact that they were shared with an impossible little Greek redhead, however, made the fact of the weekend inevitable.

Cal pulled up an extra chair to the desk for Paul. "Know what'll be really fun?" he asked the kid. "Organizing these books and then putting them back in the shelves. Here, let me show you how they go. It'll be like a game, right?"

Paul was incredibly dubious, but he was very interested in books, all the same, so he paid attention to the quick library aide lesson.

Young Entrepreneurs; Monday, Period 6 [ 04/13 ].

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So, unless Turtle was mistaken, not only were the kids still here, but it sounded like practically ever member of YA had at least one if not (as in her case) a full-on clan.

That was going to put a little bit of a restriction on club today, although she knew hers to be old enough that they didn't need constant supervision. She almost wanted to recruit them to help put together some kits, but she didn't want to flirt that closely with child labor laws.

Forget that she herself had been a business owner before the legal age when she was fifteen.

So she had plenty of business related today: cash registers, banks, even some trading sets. She had some Wall Street Journals and business minded games (Monopoly, Life, Risk and chess, because business was just another battleground), as well as tons more of the usual treats with cocoa as well as coffee.

"Easy meeting today, guys," she announced at the round table of desks. "Young Entrepreneurs are the future of business, so our collected Younger Entrepreneurs here are our future's future, so let's share with them our love of business and just have fun today."

Ethics [Tuesday, April 14, 2nd period]

[sith_happened]

"Now is the time to return the Woklings to me," Anakin said, gesturing to the tables that were at the front of the classroom. "I'll be taking them to their homeworld tonight."

Mostly because if he brought them back to the apartment, he'd probably end up adopting a few to stop Rory from giving him pleading eyes.

He clapped his hands together. "Very well. Tell me what you learned this week while caring for intelligent, sentient creatures who couldn't be stuck in a fridge or a closet, and if it served as an effective check on raging hormones. Actions always have consequences, be they as major as a baby--which I understand also invaded this weekend, so hopefully none of the Ewoks are dyed interesting colors--or as minor as rolling over in the morning and wondering what on Earth you were thinking the night before."

His frown deepened. "And speaking of the island producing children, where I was made a great grandfather yet again, something I am far too hot for, I will be repeating my terrifying educational lecture on sexual reproduction late this afternoon. If you know anyone who is a Skywalker, Solo, or managed to have a child that was a Skywalker or a Solo, tell them their attendance in mandatory."

Management Theory [Tuesday, April 14]

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Yzma, thank God, had not been visited by tiny children from alternate dimensions. That meant she'd spent all of her time working on her lesson plan.

Okay, not really.

"Hello!" she boomed at the class as they arrived in the traditional lab coats and awesome hats. "As managers, we are entitled to certain perks that mere minions are not! Such as office supplies!"

That's also called "petty theft," children. Details.

She clapped her hands and the room shifted. At one end there was now a closet with a door labeled "office supplies."

And everyone had a briefcase next to them.

"Your task today is to fit as many office supplies into your briefcase in five minutes as you can, then come out of the closet without attracting suspicion," she proclaimed as thunder clapped behind her. "Begin!"