TeeVee for Beginners, Friday Period Two

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When students entered the classroom, they'd find that there were no tables, and all the chairs had been replaced with comfortable-looking couches. In front of the class stood Mitchell, without sunglasses, but dressed to the hipster nines and wearing his usual pair of fingerless gloves, his face pale and a little on the sunken, shaky side if you actually chose to pay that much attention to it. He smiled as people came in; as soon as they were in, he started to talk. "Welcome to TV class," he started, "If you're here, it's likely because of one of two reasons: either you don't know much about television, or you're looking to have a bit of fun."( Cut for TL;dr )

With a flop, Mitchell landed himself on his own couch, pointed towards the kids. "That was what television was like for people back then," he said, "What's it mean to you? Does it mean anything to you? Have you even heard of it?" He pointed at a random student, "Tell me that. And your name and age, please."

Pause.

"Oh, and George? You're not getting out of assisting me." Mitchell did not at all smirk at that one. No. "When we're through, we'll be watching something to get you all into the subject matter."

Mitchell should probably not be this enthused.

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Public Speaking : Friday, fourth period

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Class was held on the lawn by the cabins. White folding chairs were set up in a half-circle, and a table in the middle had a plate of white chocolate macadamia nut cookies, a pitcher of pink lemonade, and cups and napkins. Glinda, meanwhile, stood behind the table.

"Good afternoon!" she chirped. "As you sign in, please take some lemonade and a cookie or two, and then find a seat."

Once everyone arrived, had gotten their sweets, and were settled, she continued. "Welcome, one and all. I am Miss Glinda Upland, and I will be your teacher for this workshop." She walked around the group, handing out the syllabus.

"Over the next six weeks, we will discuss the basics of public speaking, such as how to best use your voice, situations to be prepared for, and, of course, the mechanics of writing the speech. As you will see from looking at your syllabus, your final exam is a speech on a topic of your choice. Should you be unsure of a topic you'd want to speak about, I have made a few suggestions on pieces of paper, and put them into this basket." She picked the aforementioned object off the ground and placed it on the table. "Now then, let's get started with introductions, shall we?"

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Rangering!, Friday, Period Five [ 05/15 ].

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Here it was! It was Friday! Fifth Period! Time for Rangering! Minsc was very excited to be starting up his new class, although he had yet to compile together a syllabus. It seemed like it didn't really matter that much; rangers really had no need for a syllabus and, really, he rarely stuck to it anyway. Next week! he promised himself. Next week he would!

But, for now, class! He had his students meet in the preserve, in a small clearing surrounded by trees, and stood grinning at them eagerly, a hamster in one hand and his broad sword in the other.

( The berserker, he likes to <i>talk</i>... )

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Slacking - First Meeting [Friday, Period 1]

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Max wasn't sure how a class on slacking had gotten scheduled so early in the day, but he found it vaguely amusing, really. He had already located his assigned classroom so that he wouldn't embarrass himself too much by wandering around lost. He even arrived early to class, but that was mostly so that he could prop his feet up on his desk, slip on his sunglasses (they were a great invention, and his trip to Fandom was probably worth it to discover the things even if nothing else came of it), and take a nap. He woke up when the first student arrived, but he didn't give any sign that he had. He wanted a chance to observe them.

Once the count of students matched the list he had been given he spoke without shifting position. "Welcome to Slacking. I am Tribune Antillar Maximus. You may refer to me as 'Tribune' or as 'Maximus' or as 'Max'. I'm not planning on this being too terribly formal." He sat up and slipped off his sunglasses. "That said, you are each here to learn, and I am here to ensure that you do just that. Keep that in mind during our sessions."

He pushed himself to his feet and settled into a relaxed stance, voice falling automatically into the steady cadence of someone who taught people how to stay alive. "The first thing we need to do is establish a shared definition of our subject matter. For the purposes of this course you should understand 'slacking' to refer to the productive avoidance of assignments. I suspect that each of you have found yourself in positions where someone in authority over you is incompetent, stupid, or both. And if you haven't yet, well, it won't be too long. Such situations are an inevitable part of life. When these situatiosn arise you find that you are much better at determining how to accomplish things than your sueprvisor is, and further you find that they tend to give you orders to do things in an inefficient or even counter-productive manner. Slacking allows you to get your incompetent superiors to leave you alone while you get real work done."

Max's gray eyes scanned the room calmly. "Since your incompetent superiors are, in fact, incompetent, they expect work to take far longer than it really does. This, in turn, allows you to spend much of your time relaxing. A successful slacker is able to deflect the attention of their superiors, get their real work done, and do whatever they feel like doing with the rest of their time."

"For today's meeting we're going to keep things simple. State your name and describe a situation from your own life where slacking has been useful, or where it would have been useful if you had been better at it. Then, since I have no desire to waste anyone's time, you're free to do as you wish. Talk to one another, talk to me, leave..." He shrugged his massive shoulders. "Oh, and if anyone is interested, I am looking for an assistant for this class."

[The assistant position is actually open here, so if anyone is interested feel free to chime in.]