Ethics & Etiquette - 1st Period - 7/6

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The main campfire may not have seemed like the best place to learn about etiqutte, but that's where you'd be proven very wrong. Because Captain America said so. And he's physically incapable of lying.

True story.

Removed it before they super soldiered him up.

"Gooooood morning Vietnam! Deadpool in the hizzy!" Please. Someone make him stop watching Cribs. PLEASE.

Steve--who could lie, and simply chose not to whenever possible, no matter what Deadpool told anyone--kept a wary sidelong eye on Deadpool for a moment, then turned to the class and said, "It's probably for the best if you ignore him. So, hi, I'm Steve Rogers, and I used to be Captain America. And he's Deadpool."

"And I didn't used to be Captain America," Deadpool added helpfully. "Not shiny enough. I like cotton, not the weird space age fabric everyone's favorite drunk Tony Stark is tossin' around these days."

"And you're Canadian." And insane. "But that's not the point."

At least he didn't shimmer. "He's right! The point is, that--what is the point again?"

"The point is that this is a workshop on ethics and etiquette. And we're your teachers," Steve said, addressing the students again. "We'll be presenting opposing viewpoints on how to behave in certain situations, and you can decide for yourselves who's correct."

"Me," Deadpool said, raising his hand in the air. "Totally me, bee tea double ewe. But first we'll need to get to know you all. Getting to knooow yooou. Getting to know allll abooouut yooou!"

Steve cast him another wary look, then told the class, "By which my...esteemed colleague means introductions. Name, class, and where and when you're from. Pretty basic, right?"

"But they'll be doing that all week," Deadpool whined. "How about we do something fun? You all hafta sing it. And make us feel the emotion. He may be a less coked up Paula, but I'm the Canadian, husky voiced Simon. So, make it good."

"I have no idea what he just said, but I'm willing to go with it," Steve said. Possibly because arguing with Deadpool was bad for one's sanity. "You have to phrase your introductions in the form of a song."

Deadpool frowned at him. "You need to watch more TV, man."

Destiny & Free Will, Week I [Monday, Period 4]

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Ghanima had decided to hold class outside by the pond next to the school, since there was no reason to keep her students cooped up in a classroom today. She'd tacked a note on the classroom door, and was now waiting the students assembled, sitting on a rock as they found their way to her and took seats on the grass.

The moment everyone arrived, her eyes snapped from the pond to the children seated (or standing) around her. "Good afternoon," she said in a clear voice that carried effortlessly. "This is Destiny and Free Will. If you are in the wrong class, please consider this your opportunity to leave. Although it is entirely possible that if you are here, then you are where you are supposed to be, no matter what it says on your schedule. I am Lady Ghanima Atreides. You may address me as Miss Atreides, Lady Ghanima, Miss Ghanima, or some variation thereof. Be warned, however, that I do not answer to Lady Atreides. Lady Atreides is my grandmother, and I have no desire to claim that title from her."

"This class is designed to look at the differing opinions on predestination and freewill from a variety of religious, temporal, and philosophical schools of thought," she continued. "Regardless of any personal experiences you may have had on this topic, I expect everyone to maintain a respectful and open mind towards the subject matter and your classmates. Mocking destiny is a dangerous pastime, and not one I will permit during class hours. What you do on your own time, however, is your business."

She waved the stack of papers sitting in her lap at them. "This is your syllabus. Be aware that it is subject to change at any time, unless a particular class is predestined to happen, in which case the syllabus is moot anyway, isn’t it?" The smile she flashed the students was decidedly impish.

"For now, I would like you to go around and introduce yourselves, and state for the record whether you believe in destiny, free will, or are currently undecided."

[Wait for the OCD, for that is your destiny! OCD is up and destiny is assured. GO FORTH.]

Sexual Anthropology, Monday, 6/6, Period 3

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Temperance Brennan was smiling slightly as the class assembled this time, and she'd switched her teaching attire from a business suit to a tunic and capris. It was, after all, summer.

"Welcome to the second session of 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. I'll be emailing out a syllabus this week."

"We're doing introductions today." 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."

"My TA is Dean Winchester, who I know will do a spectacular job, and I am in office number eight Fridays during business hours. I'm passing out my phone number and email address."

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

[OOC: Syllabus and class roster here.]