Library; Monday [ 08/31 ].

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Ah. The library! It felt good for Cal to walk down its hallowed hall to the desk again, like a king returning from a crusade to his glorious domain. The walls of books, both inviting and intimidating. The fear-inducing growls and scrapes occasionally drifting from the door of the Special Collections. Those few little nooks and crannies where Dr. Jones had caught him and Claire making out in the stacks. The way the light...

...the way the light...

...okay, Cal did not remember the light catching on everything and making it all seem so shiny. It was incredibly distracting, actually. It wasn't natural for books to be shiny, but, sure enough, like newly laid linoleum, shiny they were.

Good thing Cal brought his sunglasses. He slipped them on and then got settled behind the desk, putting his feet up and his arms back behind his head, refusing to work too hard on his first day back.

[[ wait for the OCD is shiny! ]]

Applied Science | Monday, 8/31 |Period 1

[tyler_gone]

Oh, hey, a new semester! That meant Tyler was on time, actually put on a tie, and -- in honor of the early hour -- had a huge tank of coffee and stack of cups on a back table.

"Hi," he said as the class filed in, gesturing a little with the coffee mug that probably would not leave his hand in the next 15 classes. "Welcome to applied science. I'm Tyler Durden. Tyler works, Mr. Durden works ... not a big fan of 'hey you' in the classroom."

"Usually I make soap the first week, but this doesn't feel like a day for it." By which he meant he wasn't quite ready to repeat the class yet, and was saving it. "So today, we're talking about one of the most basic concepts in physics -- simple machines."

"Basically, a simple machine is a mechanical device that changes the direction or magnitude of a force -- the simplest mechanisms that use leverage to multiply force. A simple machine uses a single applied force to do work against a single load force. Ignoring friction losses, the work done on the load is equal to the work done by the applied force. They can be used to increase the amount of the output force, at the cost of a proportional decrease in the distance moved by the load. The ratio of the output to the input force is called the mechanical advantage."

"Six things are classically considered simple machines." He moved over to stand in front of a counter of such, holding each up as he talked. "The lever, like this hammer. The wheel and axle. The inclined plane, or ramp. The screw. The wedge. The pulley."

The lecture continued for a while, then: "Today we're going to introduce ourselves -- name, grade, and who you would fight if you could fight anyone, living, dead or imaginary -- then try to see how each of these simple machines are useful by trying to build something." He nodded to a student in the first row. "You first. And I need a TA or two." Not looking at Ino if she was there, there. "Talk to me during the introductions or after class if you're interested."

[OOC: TAs have been chosen OOCly.]

Physical Films | Period 3 | Class 1

[satedan-soldier.livejournal.com]

When students arrived, they would find the Danger Shop was set up like a traditional gymnasium, complete with changing rooms and really high ceilings. Along the walls were several large screens and most of the gym floor was covered in thick blue mats.

Once it seemed everyone had arrived, the man at the front of the room wearing far too much leather crossed his arms and started talking. "This is Physical Films and I'm Ronon Dex. They say I should share somethin' about myself so, uh, I'm a Satedan, from another galaxy that's really far from here. I'm stuck on Earth by choice an' teachin' you guys for fun," Ronon informed them, grinning because it was his entertainment most days. "Now, this class is both film study and P.E., so most weeks you'll watch a movie or show while you get fit. Sometimes the movie'll make sense, sometimes it won't." At least, not to Ronon.

"Only thing you gotta do each class is put on a uniform and try the activity. If you can't do it, see me. If you won't do it, we'll find you somethin' else. Today, you're all gonna fill out this paper thing," he held up an example, "and attach them to the front of your shirts before making some introductions. Now, go get your uniforms and we'll get started." He thumbed over his shoulder to the locker room doors.

Sex Ed [Monday, Period Five]

[doubleohblonde]

"Good afternoon class," Bond began after the last student had arrived. "This is Sex Education, so if you're in the wrong class, now is the time to leave."

"I'm Professor Bond, you may call me most variations on that," he said. "Mr Reese and Miss Hathaway over here are my TAs and I expect you to treat them with the same respect you would give me."

"In addition to the basics of the act, we'll be covering a wide range of subjects, including various forms of protection and their effectiveness, or lack thereof. Given the nature of our subject matter, I ask that you attempt to act in a thoughtful and mature manner."

"Today we'll be sticking to introductions," Bond said. "So I'd like each of you to tell me your name, your class, and I'd ask what experience you have with the subject, but given I'm a big believer in the value of discretion in this arena, instead I'd like you to tell me something that you would like to learn more about in this class. I can't make any promises, but I'll do my best."

He pointed at a random student. "How about you start us off?"

[ooc: wait for ocd up.]

[Class Roster|Class Rules]

Fandom vs. The Real World- 2nd Period- Class #1

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When the students got to class, they'd find a young woman, dressed in black, watching everyone as they took their seats as if assessing her assignment. Or maybe she was wondering what she'd gotten herself into. Either one.

"Welcome to class. This is Fandom vs. The Real World. If you are not supposed to be in this class, now would be the time to leave. No one probably knows your name yet to think badly of you.
( teacher!aeryn is talky )