Flight and Flying [Tuesday, May 12, 4th period]

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Anakin stood in front of the door of the flight shed and waited for the workshop students to arrive, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his dark robes.

"Welcome," he said, giving them a nod. "I'm Master Skywalker, and I'll be your instructor for flight this session. I'm from a space-based culture, so my expertise is primarily in those sorts of aircraft, but we'll also be working with the way people fly on this planet. We'll begin with simulators and if you convince me of your attention to detail and your ability not to die in stupid ways, you'll eventually be allowed to fly the real things. Before we begin in the simulator, though, you need to recite the following pledge: I solemnly swear, upon threat of detention and possible bodily harm, to listen and follow Master Skywalker's instructions, not to bring food or drink within ten feet of the simulators, and to absolutely never start a fight anywhere inside the flight shed, as Master Skywalker will let my head get cracked open on something metallic, like I deserve, and then throw me into detention for the entirety of my time at Fandom High."

He was dead serious, too.

( And then there was podracing. )

Beach Play - Tuesday - Period 5

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Of course a class on beach play would be held at the beach. You'd be silly to think otherwise.

It was a nice day out and Marshall was standing out near the water in his swimming trunks and a t-shirt, waiting for everyone to gather around him. There were blankets set out for people to sit on and a basket filled with towels and sunblock for everybody. There was also a box filled with spare (and brand new, holy god he wasn't gross) bathing suits and trunks just in case people forgot or didn't own swimsuits of their own. When it seemed like everyone was there, Marshall started to speak.

( I want to go to the beach )

Archeology: Tuesday 5/12 - Period Three

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"Morning, kids," Indiana greeted his workshop. "For those who don't know me, I'm Dr. Indiana Jones. I'm the librarian here but in another life I was a professor of archeaology at a university. Since this isn't a college level course and since this island tends to veer to the strange, I thought I'd share with you some of the tricks of the trade I've picked up while on various... expeditions."

He waved at everyone in the room. "First off, let's have some introductions."

( And once that was through... )

[OOC: >Please wait for OCD is up!]

SAT Prep - Workshop #1 [Classroom]

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"Good morning, everyone," Veronica said. "I know it's early to have to think, but this is actually good practice for when you go to take the SATs. And, I brought coffee."

She smiled. "My name is Veronica Mars. I graduated from Fandom High back in 2006. I'm currently studying Criminal Justice at UCLA. And I'm here to help give you tips and tricks to succeeding on your SATs."

"Before we begin, I'm going to pass out a syllabus to all of you. This is a rough guideline. If there's something you guys want to cover in more detail, I'm completely flexible. I'd like you all to introduce yourselves. Tell me when and where you're from, what colleges you're considering and what degree you would like to pursue. Then we'll go over some Tips and Tricks for how to approach the SAT."

Sexual Anthropology, Tuesday, Period 2

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A brunette in a business suit waited by a lectern for the class to assemble. She wasn't smiling; her demeanor was that of someone with a serious task to do who expected to do it well.

"Welcome to Sexual Anthropology," she began, once everyone seemed to be in a seat. "I am Dr. Temperance Brennan. I'm the lead forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian, but I am taking leave this summer to finish a novel and teach this class. For anyone who doesn't know, a forensic anthropologist is an anthropologist who specializes in identifying the dead through skeletal clues."

"That said, this class has nothing to do with bones, as it were. We are going to be talking about sexual relations and sexuality from an anthropological point of view. That means we're interested in what sex means in the broader social context, rather than in the medical and physical side of things; if you want instructions on using condoms, I suggest you go to the clinic." She handed a stack of syllabi to a student in the first row and gestured for them to be distributed.

"We're doing introductions this week." Booth had suggested as much, and Brennan had decided it was only logical to do that here, even if she never did it at the college level. "I would like each of you to state your name, age, and one message about sexuality that you got from your culture while growing up. It can be anything, no matter how illogical you now think it is. For example, I am an American and I grew up in the late 20th century; I might say that I was given the message that women have to be slender to be physically attractive, or that I was raised to believe married couples should avoid divorce at all costs. Feel free to talk about each other's contributions, but I ask that you respect any cultural differences we undercover. We are here to discuss, not to judge."

"I will need two TAs, so if you're interested, please stop by and see me after class. Otherwise, I am in office number eight Fridays during business hours, and my phone number and email address are on the syllabus. And, um, hi, Angela assuming you're here." No, she still wasn't used to the 'my best friend is here and 17' thing.

She nodded to a student. "You can begin."

Library [5.12]

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Anemone had waited until first-thing this morning to snag a portal back to Fandom, and as a result had needed to run from the Causeway up to the school, barely managing to skid into the library on time, Gulliver hanging on to her for dear life.

She dumped her bags behind the desk, taking a seat and kicking her feet up while she looked over her class schedule. Four classes this summer, and for once none of them sounded absolutely mind-numbing.

She clearly owed Maria big. Really big.

...and it looked like it was a good thing she'd come back today instead of skipping work, since she had two classes. Yikes.

Humming happily, Anemone started wandering the stacks, tidying up before she had to leave for second period. Hopefully Dr. Jones wouldn't mind too much if she had to close the library for a little bit...


[I'm back, and so are Anemone and Gulliver, so wait for the OCD is up!]

Logically Speaking, Period 6, 12 May '09

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Mohinder had pulled the classroom chairs into a broad semi-circle and was sitting on his desk, reading through his class list when the students showed up.

When everyone had taken a seat, Mohinder started off with introductions. "Good afternoon. This is the workshop for Logically Speaking - if you signed up then you should be here, and if you are here then hopefully the converse is true. My name is Mohinder Suresh, when I'm not here I'm a doctor of genetics from New York. Now, you know who I am I'd like to know your name, your point of origin and what would be the first thing you'd rescue if your home was burning."

After that was completed, Mohinder started passing round a handout. "We'll start with humour. What it is that makes us laugh - and that can be a product of our history environment and so on. But much of it follows a logical pattern. From the juxtasposition of unrelated ideas, puns or plays on sounds, practical jokes undercutting someone's dignity to the more contrived arts of coincidence and mistaken identity in comedy."

"Now, I want to try and make each other laugh. Verbally, please. Then try and figure out why that joke worked," said Mohinder, adding, "Oh, and Claire Butler? assuming she's here I'd like to speak to you after class."

[OCD is up. Have at!]

Criminal Justice: Wednesday, Period Three

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Students for the Criminal Justice workshop were notified to meet at the main campfire CAMPFIRE! for their workshop.

As the students gather the first thing the would probably notice is there is a large truck sitting next to the campfire. How it got there on an island with weetiny streets? Sorry. Gibbs isn't telling. Next to the truck is a stack of large plastic cases resembling tackle boxes. Each box was labelled with the name of the students.

Gibbs himself is standing next to the truck with his ever present cup of coffee in his hand. "Welcome to the Criminal Justice workshop," he said once everyone had arrived. "I'm Jethro Gibbs. I've spent the last 16 years working for NCIS. If you've never heard of it, I wouldn't be surprised. Think of it as the FBI for the Navy and Marines. For the next several weeks I'm going to be drilling into your heads the basics of investigating a criminal case."

He paused long enough to take a sip of coffee before continuing.

"First off, introductions. Everyone tell me your name and what you hope to get out of this course," Gibbs said as he began handing out a forensic equipment checklist. "After that I want you to go through the van and fill up your forensic kits. Get everything on the list except for the cameras. We'll have to share those as there aren't enough to go around. Make sure you bring your forensic equipment to each class Or you're fired. When you're done with your kits you'll need to take your own fingerprints. This is standard procedure in case you accidentally touch something at a crime scene without gloves."

He then gave everyone a glare of warning.

"Which we shouldn't have to do because you'll be wearing gloves the entire time we're investigating a crime scene. But that's another class. Now tell me who you are, get your kits together and get your fingerprints taken."

[OCD is up! Please read OOC note regarding Gibbs!]

Healthy Diet and Living; Wednesday, Period One [ 05/13 ].

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For at least one of these classes, Daisy figured, having the whole thing bright and early in the morning would be good, but she wondered just how much people would want to eat and cook things so early. But, at the same time, she reasoned that they were teenagers. All they did was eat.

So laid out in the classroom was a bunch of food, the fruits of a marathon cooking session last night. Hopefully, it was all normal looking food that they would help themselves to easily without thinking too much on the actual subject of the class, since that sort of ruined the bit Daisy had planned for once class began.

She gave the kids a little time to much and chat or whatever before she came in, dressed fairly conservative for Daisy, in clothes otherwise used only for plainclothes missions. "Morning!" she greeted them brightly. "And, since it is morning, help yourself to the coffee; I've made plenty of it, and a certain amount of caffeine can actually be good for you! And the snacks, too, have a nosh. My name is Daisy Day; I'll admit that I'm not sure I know any of you except Penelope," because Penelope worked at the bar, la, "and if I do know one of you and forgot, I'm really really sorry. Either way, I'm not normally teacher; I'm normally a police officer at the station, but while I'm here, I'm strictly Daisy. Or Miss Day if you're nasty."

"And hopefully you're all aware that you're here for a little course on healthy eating and diet and living! A lot of people have the misconception that eating healthy means eating bland or gross or boring, but this course is to teach you that that is not the case at all. Everything you've been munching on? Healthy for you. And delicious. So, ha. Take that." She gave them all a grin, babbling because, okay, she might have been a little nervous. "Now, we'll cover different things each week, starting with breakfast, if you'll have a look at the syllabus. Today, we're just going to snack and get to know each other, and I'd also like to give you each one of these notebooks. These notebooks will be a food journal; keep track of everything you eat every day, and, every so often, we'll have a little look and see what we can do to make easy little healthier changes to your usual diet."

"So, anyway, introductions. If you don't mind, I'd like to know your name, a little about yourself, whatever you'd like to share, and then what some of your favourite foods are. It'll help if I know what you like, so I can work with that! So go on, go ahead. But don't talk with your mouth full."


[[ OCD on the way has lowered its cholesterol by eating Cheerios! Class Roster and Syllabus! ]]