Flight and Flying [Tuesday, July 7, 4th period]

[sith_happened]

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. )

Debt! And How to Get Out of It- 1st Period- Class #1

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When Lily met the class, she greeted them with a cheery, "Hi, guys. I brought cookies. Feel free to take some to munch on. And now that I've won your adoration, for those of you who don't know me, I'm Ms. Aldrin. This class is all about debt, but I promise it's not going to be all heavy scary. I know some of you are going to be going off to college or out into the real world eventually, and want to give you a good basis on how you accumulate massive amounts of debt and how you deal with it so you're not freaking out all the time."

Lily was much better at the first thing than the second. Shhhh.

"We're going easy today, so I just want to know your name, your class, and if you had a million dollars, what would you spend it on? And I don't want to hear this 'I'd save all the starving children' crap. Let's be realistic: what's the most frivolous, off-thee-wall thing you'd do with it? Don't everyone say 'booze and whores.'"

Photography - Tuesday, Period Six [WS #1]

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As students arrived at the main campfire, they would see a picnic table full of cameras, various lenses and, of course, film.

"Good Afternoon," Veronica greeted once they had all arrived. "For those of you who don't me, I'm Veronica Mars. I graduated from Fandom High back in 2006 and will be starting my senior year at UCLA in the fall. Photography has been a professional hobby for me for about six years now. I starting working for my dad's PI firm during my sophomore year of high school and frequently did stakeouts."

No need to get into the sticky details of why that happened.

"Let's start off with some introductions," she said. "I'd like you all to tell me your name, where and when you're from and why you signed up for this workshop. You start," she said, pointing to a student at random.

Once everyone had introduced themselves, she held up a camera. "This is a camera. No, it's not digital. It uses film. Yes, I realize that's quaint and old fashioned, but even with the digital age, film photography still has a place in society. So the rest of our sessions we'll be meeting up at the school, in the journalism room, because you'll be learning how to develop your own photos. And wear old clothes, those chemicals can stain."

Veronica loved the smell of a darkroom. No one ever said she was normal.

"Everyone grab a camera and a roll of film." Once they did, she walked them through loading the film, setting the aperture and shutter speed, and changing lenses.

"If you guys have any questions or problems during the week, feel free to call my cell or stop by my office," she said. "Your assignment for next week is take photographs that convey happiness. It's entirely up to you how you want to interpret that. Take one of these before you go. It's some tips and tricks for improving your photographs. My contact information is also on there."

Library [7.7]

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Anemone had skipped out after her last final, choosing home and Dominic over the dance and the newbie picnic. She was going to be more social this semester, really, just... she needed something familiar for a bit.

It had been nice. They'd gone lifting at one of the few spots left that caught a decent wave, and she'd spent a week camped out on the back of his motorbike. Nice enough that rather than coming back on Sunday, like she'd planned, she managed to put off returning until today.

Which resulted in Anemone (and Gulliver) tearing into the library two minutes before her shift started, flinging her duffel bag behind the desk and flopping down in her chair contentedly. She'd get to shelving and checking her class schedule in a bit. For now, the queen was just going to survey her domain. Possibly spin in her chair a bit, and try to make Gulliver dizzy.

Classes were in session, and the Fandom High Library was open. Don't mind the hyperactive pink-haired girl - she does, actually, belong there.

Mythbusting, Tuesday, Period 2

[tyler_gone]

Class started too early in the morning, in a science classroom equipped with lab tables, Bunsen burners, and the faint smell of past explosions gone wrong. Safety goggles and gloves were at each workstation, as were supplies that might look familiar to anyone who'd taken a class with Professor Durden before.

Said professor leaned against his desk, watching and assessing the students as they came in.

"Hey," he greeted the class. "Welcome to Mythbusting. If you've taken a class with me before, welcome back; if you're new, welcome for the first time; and if you want to talk about Fight Club" -- a long pause, here, as he made himself say something besides don't -- "wait until after class."

"This semester is going to be about doing cool experiments, things that test cultural beliefs. I'll explain the science, don't worry, but most of it is going to be about actions, reactions, and getting things to happen. For that reason, we're going to go kind of fast, but if you need more explanation, let me know and I'll slow down. We'll only be using the danger shop to speed up reaction times, and we'll be playing with a lot of things that can get you hurt. I'm not your mom, I'm not going to chase you down and force you to wear goggles and gloves -- though I recommend it -- but don't be stupid. If I tell you to quit doing what you're doing, quit it. You put the rest of the class in danger, you get detention. That's my one big rule." He would come up with smaller ones if he had to. "The syllabus will be --- whatever I feel like doing."

"This week, and I know this is old hat for some of you and not really much of a myth, we're making soap to get used to proper lab procedures. Technically" -- he grinned -- "we are creating the alkali salt of a fatty acid." He went through a thumbnail lecture on the science of that. "If you've done it before, try to do it better, or add scents or herbs this time. If you haven't. be careful. Lye is nasty stuff, and one byproduct of soap? Glycerin. As in nitroglycerin."

"But first, introductions. Name, grade, why you're here, and who you would fight if you could fight anyone, living or dead, fictional people included." He jabbed his finger randomly toward a student. "You first. Oh, and Ino, Anemone, congratulations. You get TA duty this time around."

Film Through The Ages, Tuesday, Period 3

[chosehumanity]

"Morning."

Mitchell clapped his gloved hands once. His appearance before the class was in all aspects a lot healthier-looking than the last time he did this; after a few months, he was feeling better about this entire 'cold turkey' business. He grinned at the class, shifting his stance lightly. "I'm Mitchell. Please don't call me professor, I'm not that old." Liar. "Welcome to Film Through the Ages, where I'll be asking you all to put your Ace Ventura Ray Venturous crap aside to talk about the classics. Some of you might not come from a time where they've got films. I'll be making sure you all manage to keep up, all right?"( Cut for length. )

He had maybe gotten carried away just a bit. "I'd like you all to introduce yourselves. That's normal for these classes. Your name, your favorite film if any, and one thing you've encountered in your life that really should be put on film." He pointed at a student at random. "Go ahead."

[[ Wait for the OCD up! ]]

Criminal Justice: Wednesday

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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 labeled 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!]