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

[can_be_more]

There had totes been an E-mail sent to the students telling them to meet in the shooting range today. Which was why Aeryn greeted her class there, see. ( shooting makes me feel better )

Anyone Can Cook, Tuesday, Period 4

[thetoughestcook]

"Bonjour, class," Colette said from the front of the room, where she stood behind a table covered with cooking implements. "I hope that you will pay attention today. I should not like to have to capture your attention with a knife."

She was joking. Mostly.

"Today we will discuss cooking implements and good preparation in the kitchen, known as mise en place. This means 'things in their places.' This means that before you start to cook, the oven is hot, the herbs are torn, the vegetables and meat are sliced, and the oil is at hand. Cooking is hard, exact work. If you do not have everything ready to go before you need it, you will have a food critic come in at the wrong moment, and you will still be slicing the onions for his soup while he is sneering at the wine and scribbling down that the service at the restaurant has gone downhill and other orders are coming in and -" She stopped herself. "So you slice the onions before you do anything else, so they will be ready when you need them, oui?"

"The basic equipment to cook is a sharp knife to chop with, a pot to cook in, and a spoon to stir the post with. There are, of course, many, many other things you will want." She listed them off, going on at some length about the importance of stainless steel knifes and copper-bottomed pans.

"Our recipe for today is one of the first snacks I learned to cook when I was quite young," she finished. "Bananes au jambon, bananas rolled in ham. Use proper mise-en-place techniques, please, and you may of course eat what you make."

Fencing Club - Salle, After Classes

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Edmund arrived earlier than necessary to make sure the practice swords were out and the area was clear for use. He waited for everyone to arrive and noted silently that this definitely wasn't the kind of club roster he'd been expecting. Still, they wanted to learn, so he would do his best.

"Welcome to Fencing Club. I believe I know most of you now. My name is Edmund Pevensie. The school has seen fit to have Professor Algren supervise us. There are a few ground rules as we'll be dealing with objects that can kill you if you use them improperly. Treat every weapon seriously, even if it's a wooden practice sword, and treat your opponent with respect.

This week will be informal. Please go around the room and introduce yourself and tell everyone what, if any, experience with fencing or swordwork you have. It's okay if you don't have any. We'll work on that."

Library [9.8]

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

At first glance, anyone wandering into the library would see what appeared to be a large plush lying abandoned on the front desk, and no library aide in sight.

Until you realized the plush was watching you, and it had a sign: "Gulliver eats book thieves. Ring bell for service."

Anemone, for her part, was busy carting out all the dead flowers from the weekend and dumping them in the trash, along with the more wilted streamers. The ones that were still alive she placed into new vases and set about the library, but anything that looked sad or droopy was gone.

The library was open, but those with pollen allergies may want to beware.

[The OCD forgot today was Tuesday, and decided not to come to work.]

World Wars in the Media, Tuesday

[chosehumanity]

"War," Mitchell started, once everyone had pooled into the class. "This week, we're not going to get to any of the good bits just yet, so buckle up. Rather, we're going to talk about the First World War, or as it was known in the early 20th century, the Great War, which began the cycle of conflicts that ravaged the century. It started rather inauspiciously with alliances, an attempt to keep nations from war. Except tied into these alliances was a growing sense of pride in countries that were finally solid, and united. A powderkeg, as historians like to call it. I prefer 'massive executive bollocksing', myself." He pulled a face, like it had been a personal slight to himself, but brushed that off quickly. "A massive cobweb of alliances was formed during the late 19th century. Germany, Austria-Hungary and Russia on one end, although Russia dropped out, and Italy took its place. Italy, for their part, secretly got involved with France in case Austria-Hungary decided to throw a fit about some territorial issues."( In which there is TL;dr )

[[ and OCD is a go! ]]

Young Entrepreneurs;Tuesday After Classes [ 09/08 ].

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Everything was all set up and waiting in the classroom. Desks pushed together to form one large table. "YOUNG ENTREPRENEURS: Tomorrow's Successes Today!" written up on the board. Coffee and doughnuts (lots of sugar and cream for the former). No pie. Turtle had considered bringing one, but it just wouldn't be the same if it wasn't one of Ned's pie. That was just a little too sad to think about, really. So just the coffee and doughnuts, and maybe they'd luck out with another culinary entrepreneur on their hands this semester.

There were also a lot of blank business cards waiting at each seat, and stations of various art supplies: crayons, colored pencils, pens, markers, stencils, stickers, glitter (duh). You name it, it was probably there.

"Hello!" Turtle greeted the group. "Welcome to Young Entrepreneurs, the club to be in for all sorts of channels to be better at business! My name is Turtle Wexler, and I started this club a little while ago as an outlet for networking and improvement. I'm actually the co-owner of the Turtle & Canary story in the village, and have been for a while now, so I'm not just bragging when I say I've got a lot of business know-how. I've got the cred to back it up. Mostly, in this club, we'll go through some effective business strategies, as well as eventually make a product to sell to the community and make a small profit for ourselves, hopefully! But we'll get to that in a future meeting. For today, we're going to do what you hopefully didn't burn yourself out on last week: introductions!"

"But," Turtle grinned, reaching for a card, "we're going to do it business style! In another meeting, we'll make more professional cards, but, for today, we'll just make fun little business cards that are intended to tell everyone else who you are, what you do, and what you're all about. So we'll take a few minutes, put together a card, and then we'll get to know each other!"


[[ OCD on the way has sure got a deal for you! ]]

Library, Wednesday [September 9]

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

Gabrielle still didn't know what Geoffrey had meant about needing to learn to breathe, and she wasn't letting it get in the way of her lingering euphoric high from the play audition. As for that speech she'd heard on the TV in the common room last night? It wasn't as if she ever needed encouragement to read or study more, but she was taking it to heart anyway.

There was a stack of books beside her at the front desk, and it seemed she hadn't gotten off the self-help books kick she'd been on last week: the spines of the volumes she'd gathered today had titles such as The Seven Dumbest Amorous Conquest Mistakes Smart Gods Make, Your Truest Self: Embracing the Dryad You Are Meant To Be, and Infidelity Reflections: Confessions of a Matriarchal Deity.

And if there was a book or two about vampires from the young adult literature section mixed in there, well, she was still paranoid that Professor Démon had been right, and that whole phenomenon was her fault. She had to check, okay?

DADA for Muggles [Wednesday, September 9, 5th period]

[siriuslyscarred.livejournal.com]

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom today resembled a farmers' market. Under the enchanted sky (today a clear blue), there were bins of various objects: cabbages, sticks, potatoes, and logs.

"Good afternoon, class," Remus said as they entered, the desks shoved to the sides of the classroom. "Today we tackle the problem of camouflaged enemies. Since this is only the second week of class, we're starting you out small. Each of these bins contains both perfectly innocuous objects, and creatures that resemble them. None of them is particularly dangerous -- however, you are all welcome to a pair of gloves, should you feel the need."

He paused, and continued, "While these animals are all from our world, specifically, it is hardly uncommon for creatures, both dark and light, to conceal themselves by masquerading as something else. For instance, most jungle-dwelling large cats have patterns that resemble shadows from their natural environment, so as to blend in all the better and stalk their prey."

"Some modifications can serve defensive purposes," Sirius added. "And some--like a Whomping Willow--" his eyes twinkled at Remus, "--are just ornery." Sirius nodded and gestured at the bins. "In today's exercise, you're looking to differentiate dugbogs from logs, bowtruckles from sticks, gnomes from potatoes and Chinese Chomping Cabbages from, erm, cabbages." He began passing around sheets of parchment breaking down the differences between the various objects.

"And as a final note, next week we will be covering boggarts, which take the form of your greatest fear," Remus added. "If you'd like to be excused from class in advance, do please see Professor Black or myself during our office hours."

[OOC: Preplayed with lycanthromoony, the excessive OCD is up! Have at it!]

Infantry Tactics [Wednesday Second Period]

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"The key to any battle, and this is true of non-infantry units as well as infantry, is maneuverability. This is especially true in the long term. While new weapons or equipment or numerical superiority might give you an advantage one day, eventually your enemy will find a way to counter those, putting you back on roughly even footing. And thus maneuver reigns supreme again."

Max stood with his hands behind his back, at a rather impressive imitation of proper parade ground stance. His head swiveled back and forth, eyes narrowed as he looked to make sure everyone was paying attention. "Superior maneuverability allows you to ensure that your forces always occupy the best terrain, that you only engage the enemy when and where you choose, and that you can make effective use of any new intelligence you develop in the field."

His grin was probably not all that reassuring. "And when it comes to the infantry, maneuverability can be boiled down to a single attribute. Endurance."

And with that the room shifted to become a beautiful countryside. Complete with some impressively rolling hills. Also, there was now a stack of large backpacks at Max's feet, one for each student. "Each of these packs contains seventy pounds of gear," he explained. "Last week we ended things with an easy run. This week you will learn what sort of endurance it takes for an infantry unit to be truly maneuverable. You have five minutes to get your packs on and secured. I strongly recommend that you get someone else to help you secure your straps and make sure they are tight but comfortable." Because Max intended for today to be difficult.

"Oh. And you, and you," he pointed at Anemone and Ino assuming they were there. "I need to talk to you."

With that Max shrugged into his own pack, which was even bigger than the ones he'd picked out for the students. He was grinning unpleasantly because, truth be told, he was just enough of a sadist to be a good drill instructor. He was going to push them hard today. Might as well see who could tough things out early on.