Film Through The Ages, Tuesday, Period 3

[chosehumanity]

"Good morning," Mitchell spoke, at the entrance to the Danger Shop, holding a packet of papers in his hands. "Today will be your final exam."

He watched the class expectantly. Then laughed. "It's far too warm out," he said, magnanimously, "So none of these for you." He dropped the papers. "We're going to skip ahead a decade," he continued, "To the 1940s, and show you one of the greatest romances of our time. Casablanca Cherchell documents love during the Second World War - the topic of my next class, if anyone's interested--" Too chipper, Mitchell. Too chipper. "--but to appreciate it properly, we're going to have to adapt to the style of the time. Those of you who aren't from this time and place, the 1940s were all about gangsters and mixed drinks and danger."

The environment warped to show... a good number of dressing rooms and a bar. "Get yourselves dressed up properly," he called, "Grab a drink and something to eat, and speed yourselves into the theatre. I expect to see you all as disaffected as possible, so talk through the movie."

Beat.

"Except for when it's really good, which is most of the time. It was originally intended to be a propaganda picture, but it didn't take well to audiences at the time. Obviously," he grinned at the class, "Opinions will change over time, like anything else. So go on. If you want extra credit, tell me what you thought. Especially of that scene where all the chairs fall over."

He was going to have to talk to George about that.

[[ wait for the ocd up! ]]

Photography [Week Seven]

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When the students entered, they would discover an array of pastries along with coffee, tea and water set out in the back of the room.

"Today's our last day," Veronica said. "Let's hit the darkroom first and develop your last batch of photos. Then everyone can display their best one and we can enjoy a treat while we discuss the emotions you were trying to convey in your photographs."

Library [8.18]

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It was the Tuesday of Finals Week, and so Anemone opened the library for the procrastinators and workaholics.

She was just going to sit comfortably behind her desk and stick her head in the latest surfing magazines. She totally needed to order new wax for her board, and maybe a new suit, too...

[OCD is off enjoying the sunshine, and I'm training a new minion. Mod thy library.]

Creative Writing [Tuesday, 5th Period]

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Rick was visibly excited as the class entered the room. Seats were set up in a semi-circle facing a central chair.

"Afternoon, kids," Rick said cheerfully as he stragglers arrived. "I trust you're all ready to present your stories to the rest of the class. If not, you've got the next ten minutes to get yourselves ready."

Gesturing to the central seat, he continued. "Each of you is going to take a turn to read out your story and the rest of you are going to listen politely, which means no writing, talking, or goofing off. At the end of the class, you'll have a chance to mingle and comment on each other's work. There will be pizza."

He clapped his hands together. "So who wants to go first?"

[OOC: OCD up.]

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