Driver's Ed [Thursday, Week 1, Period 2]

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As the students trickled into the Danger Shop, they would find Ziva standing and waiting for them at the front of the room, cradling a cup of coffee in her hands. Today, the room was set up like a regular classroom, and Ziva felt a lot more comfortable than she had the first time she'd gone through this speech.

"Good morning," she said. "My name is Ziva David, and over the course of this semester, I will be instructing you all in driver education. Since it is customary to tell you a few things about myself, I will say that Israel is my home, but for the last few years, I have been living in the United States while working for the NCIS. Some of you might have met my previous boss, Special Agent Gibbs. If you have not, all you need to know is that if you decide to pass notes while you should be paying attention, I will catch you."

"I do not intend for us to spend our time here memorizing traffic laws or reading from books," she continued. "I am a firm believer that the best way to learn how to drive is to actually do it, and that it is more important to know how to handle your vehicle in any given situation than it is to know all of the different rules of the road. We will be meeting here each week for your lessons, as this is the place for safe simulations. This week, before we do anything else, I need to learn the point from where you all are starting. I would like to go around and learn everyone's name, year of school, and how much experience you have behind the wheel. Oh, and if you have a dream car?" she added, grinning. "Tell me about it. Also, I do not yet have a teaching assistant, so if you would like to offer your services, please speak to me after class."

"Now," she said, pointing to a random student. "Let us start with you."

Library [09/03]

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Despite the memories that went along with the job, Sam was glad to be back in the library for another semester. He knew he'd be getting at least one visitor today, thanks to Claire, so when everything looked to be in order and he was set up for the day, Sam settled in at the desk with a sizeable book that he'd pulled off of a shelf. It looked like something that could take him the whole day to get through, if he stuck with it and didn't let his mind wander.

Oceanography [Thursday, Week 1, Period Five]

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It was safe to say Summer was a bit nervous. Sure, she’d faced life and death situations and come out (mostly) unscathed but a classroom full of teenagers? That was enough cause to send just about anyone running for the hills.

Summer took a deep breath, not about to be dismayed. Once the last student settled in, she hopped off the desk she’d been sitting on. “Welcome everyone,” she began, a bright smile appearing on her face. “My name’s Summer Pitt and this is Oceanography.”

She paused, waiting to see if anyone had mistaken this for another class. When no one stood up to leave, she continued. “Since it’s the first day, I figure we can start off easy. Why don’t we go around the room and start with introductions? How about your name, grade, where you are from and something you’ve always wanted to know pertaining to the ocean. I’ll do my best to try and touch upon them as we go along.”

Summer decided she’d be the first to share some information about herself with her students. “I’m originally from California but I’ve been living in Washington D.C. for the past few years.” How she came to be there was quite a story. “I got into oceanography because of my parents. I’ve always wanted to know more about famous shipwrecks that occurred in history.”

Picking a student at random, Summer gestured in their direction. “Why don’t you start?”

Once the introductions were completed, Summer passed out the syllabus. “If anything changes, I’ll be sure to give you all an updated copy,” she added. “I’m also looking for a couple of T.A.’s, so if anyone’s interested, please see me after class.”

Having said that, Summer pulled up some slides that touched briefly on the subject and what they’d cover in the upcoming weeks. It was the first day after all, so she kept it short. No need to tire the students out on the first day.

[OOC: Syllabus | Class Roster. Have one TA chosen, if anyone else wants to volunteer for the second spot. Otherwise, we'll just go with one TA.]

Logic, Reason and Critical Thinking, Class 1: Period 4, Thursday, September 3

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When all of her students had filed in, Miss Bennet shut the door. "Welcome," she said, "to Logic, Reason, and Critical Thinking, which is quite the lofty title, I confess. It is my hope that class will live up to that ideal, but I do hope you will bear with your humble instructor as we fall short of perfection."

( Self-Deception )

Humorous History: Friday, Period 1, Class 1

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When the bell rang, Jim checked out the door quickly to make sure that there was nobody else hurrying to class. Satisfied that he had everyone, he closed the door and walked back towards his desk.

"Hi," he told the class, giving them a friendly smile. "If you're here, hopefully you've signed up for Humorous History. If not, go ahead and just take notes anyway. I promise I won't tell anyone."

"For the next few months, we're going to be looking at historical events and figures that make me laugh. Don't get me wrong. When we talk about Andrew Jackson, we're going to have a very serious discussion about him. But our serious discussion isn't going to focus on the fact that he was a powerful politician who did a bunch of historically significant things. Our discussion is going to be about how he shot a guy in the crotch one time. On purpose. For the record, the Jackson class is probably going to be the only time I talk about crotches in this class except for right now. I'm usually more highbrow than that."

"Oh, and we're also going to have a few movie days because," Jim paused for a moment and shot a glance at the camera. It had been here the whole time. It was pretty clear that he just wasn't going to reference it at all. "... well, I have a Netflix account and I might be able to write it off on my taxes now."

"But we'll get to stuff like that next week. For today, let's just go with introductions. I know, you've probably done this fifteen times by now, but on the plus side you only need to do it with me once. So let's hear it. Name, class, and something humorous from your own personal history. But none of this 'Fandom weirdness' stuff. No turning into animals, no meeting a different version of somebody you know. That's way too easy for you and it's still way too weird for me."

[OOC: Still up for a bit before sleeeeep. And then woooooork.]

Studio Art, Friday, Period Four, Week One

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"Good afternoon," Steve said to his students once they'd taken their places at the tables. "I'm Mr. Rogers, and this is Studio Art. Not Art 101, so if you're signed up for that one, but not this one, you're in the wrong place. And you've probably missed the first meeting of your class. Sorry. But if you are in the right place, great! We're going to have a lot of fun this semester experimenting with different media and styles. Media is a technical way of saying 'the stuff you make the art out of.'

"But before we do that, you have to introduce yourselves to everyone one last time," he continued cheerily. "I'd like everyone to tell the class your name, year, and what you'd like to work with and learn more about in this class. Then we'll get right into it with some supplies some of you are probably at least passingly familiar with: crayons and coloring books. Sound good? Good."