Seven Secrets to Success - Wednesday, 5/13 - Period Five

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Rimmer was waiting in the Danger Shop, back stiff and smile smug. The room was set up like the average classroom, with desks and two #2 pencils on each. A copy of the syllabus lay in the exact center of each one, printed out crisp and fresh this morning. If there was a typo (or a complete nervous breakdown) on the sheet, he hadn't noticed as he'd been busy making sure that everything was perfect for his first class.

As soon as he saw his students, he knew that wasn't going to happen. Regardless, he was determined to soldier on, to shape these miscreants into proper Space Corps recruits even if they weren't in the Space Corps.

"Welcome," he said with overblown magnanimity, marching across the room in front of the students, "to Seven Secrets of Success. All of you are here because you want to succeed. You're not willing to settle for... for what life hands you, no" and he turned sharply on his heel to stare at them, "you're looking for more. Up up up the ziggurat, as I always say. You're looking to make the world look up to you. You're looking to make people say 'there's the kind of man I want running my ship; there's a son that I can be proud of; there's a man I'd sleep with sans head injury!'."

He realized he might have gone just a bit far afield and thus took the opportunity to spin again and continue towards the other side of the room.

"So! We will be doing introductions, obviously, but to show you just how accomplished your instructor is, you'll be getting not one secret, but two:

"Getting Straight To Work, one of the most important things to remember if you'd like to succeed. And the other, well," he smirked with hidden knowledge, "you'll just have to see when we get there."

[ocd up]

My Life as a Buddy Movie | Period 2 | Wednesday | May 13

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

It hadn't been all that fucking easy to get up but he'd managed it and he managed to be in the classroom (the school looked a lot smaller from the outside) without getting lost. Angelic sense of direction and all. Or maybe he'd just gotten lucky. What the fuck ever. What mattered was he was there, sprawled in the comfy chair and feet up on the desk.

He could definitely get used to having some authority again.

Once the kids filed in, Loki didn't even move. Just stayed relaxed while he talked.

( and cut because if there's one thing Loki does well, it's talk )

With that, he waved a hand and gestured for them to get to work.

Library [05/13]

[likethegun]

With workshops going on, there was nothing that could keep Sam out of the library now. He'd gotten away from his cabin early, and had both coffee and a bagel to keep him going through the morning. He wasn't sure if anyone would need the library so early in the term, but he was ready just in case.

Art of Seduction [Wednesday, Period Four]

[doubleohblonde]

Bond had sent an email to the class, telling them to meet at the main campfire, where he lounged while looking over his notes.

"Now, you're all here to learn about seduction," Bond began, after the number of students before him matched the number of names on his roster. "Or because of a paperwork error. In which case you have my sympathies, but given that you're teenagers, you probably still need all the help you can get. Which may be more than I can give during the length of this course, however I will endeavour to ensure that over the next few weeks you will get a thorough grounding in one of the most important skills you will ever need."

He paused before continuing "To help me get an idea of where you're all at, and what exactly I'll need to cover during the next few weeks, we'll start off with introductions. I want you to tell the class your name, your year, one interesting thing about yourself, and what you hope to get from the class."

"One more thing," Bond said, as he ran a finger down the roster and picked two names out at random. "Frost. Priest. Congratulations, you're now my TAs." So nice of him to give them a choice in the matter.

[ooc: wait for ocd up.]

[Class Roster]

Storytelling, Fifth Period, 5/14

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Tim waited for the kids at the main campfire. There was apple cider, and snacks waiting as well. "Hey guys I'm Tim..." He paused for a moment to supress a bit of shock at one of his students. "Desmond. Uh, hi. So! Storytelling. Is what we're here to do. Today we'll start simply. Introductions. It's kind of a short story in and of itself. I want you all to tell your name, year, and something unique about yourself, or your world.

"I'm Tim Desmond...like I already told you. Right. Anyway I was a rising senior when I was here three years ago. And in my world I am known in some circles as the Grand and Puissant Champion of the Fae. Please save your laughter for the end. Also, in my world, people who don't, or can't believe in the supernatural, simply doesn't see it. If someone were to see, say a Dragon, their brains would go 'Oh holy shit a Dragon. Wait that's silly, there's no such things as dragons, so clearly, that's not a dragon. And in their eyes the Dragon would either cease to be there, or become something like a large, unfriendly dog."

He took a breath. "So. Each week, I want at least one of you, to tell a story. Next week we're going to expand on today's theme, and tell a story from your life."

[Wait for OCD is up.]

Culture Shock, Thursday, 5/14, Period 2

[shiroi_tiger]

When the students settled around the main campfire today, they might notice that their teacher was already sitting there and waiting for them, his arms crossed over his chest, dressed in an outfit that might even be considered fancy dress clothes... If you were looking for fancy dress clothes from America, 1876.

If Algren was going to teach a class about culture shock, he was going to demonstrate that he was just as susceptible to it as any of his students were, around here.

"I see a few new faces," he noted, remaining where he was seated as he surveyed the class. "Which, considering the subject material of this workshop, doesn't surprise me. Either the majority of you have found yourself in a place that's a far cry from the home you're used to, or you're looking to end up in such a place in the future, I'd wager." There was a pause, and Algren allowed himself a moment to look amused. "Or else there was a mix-up in the office. If that was the case, I won't judge. You might learn something here, regardless.

"This class, ladies and gents, is going to cover the several stages of culture shock, one week at a time. I'll do my best to base the course material around scenarios that will serve you well here in Fandom, but the goal when the workshop is through is to give you hands-on experience dealing with culture shock in a less... absurd environment, as well." He was allowed to call Fandom absurd, damn it. "Culture shock, for those of you who might not be familiar with the term, is what occurs when a person spends an extended period of time in a culture that is different from one's own. It isn't necessarily instantaneous, as the name suggests, but it can wreak havoc on a person's mental state and emotions, once that person begins to come to the realization that the behaviors that they're comfortable with won't necessarily get them the results that they expect in their new environment.

"I'm going to make today's class an easy one. Introductions. I want names, where you're from, one thing about Fandom that strikes you as oddly different from the place you call home, and one thing about where you come from that you think might come as a shock to people from the outside, starting with..." He pointed at a random student. "You."

A beat. "Oh, and I'm looking to fill in a second TA spot. If anyone happens to be interested in taking a little responsibility alongside Miss Sawyer in helping the class survive the term, please come and speak to me after we're finished our introductions."

[The TA slots are already chosen, but feel free to ping to Algren to attempt to win him over, if you'd like. Syllabus, rules, and class list are here!]