Classical Genre [Tuesday, 1st Period]

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"Morning, kids," Rick said cheerfully as the last student arrived. "Today we're going to be doing some preparation for your finals."

"Now, you'll all remember that in addition to the genre books we've been looking at, I asked you all to also read one of the more traditional classics, and now, I can reveal why." After pausing for dramatic effect, he held up a pair of paperbacks. "Those of you familiar with the Jane Austen WITH MONSTERS! books probably have a good idea where I'm going with this. You are going to take your classic and infuse it with genre elements in order to create a new and exciting classic work of literature, and then next week you'll present it to the class."

"You can go about this a couple of ways," Rick continued. "You can use the same conceit as the Austen books, keeping the same basic story and incorporating the elements, though you don't have to rewrite the text in question, just explain your take and give us an idea of what it'd be like, or do something more like Gaiman's The Consulting Detective and the Unspeakable Eldritch Horrors. Just try and avoid any straight-out rehashes in space."

"Also, try to keep in mind that these books are considered classics because people have read, remembered and probably liked them for decades, or even centuries, so consider how to balance gaining a new audience with alienating the old ones. Because Austen fans are much scarier than they might appear at first glance."

[OOC: OCD up.]

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Punching People for Fun and Profit, Period 1 [Class Fourteen | 12/9/2009]

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Fred chuckled, standing in the middle of a wrestling ring wearing referee's stripes. Today's class was meeting in the danger shop, and he was taking full advantage.

"Pro Wrestling. Depending on your universe, it's either a sport where two people beat the ever loving crap out of each other, or it's a staged athletic show where... two people beat the ever loving crap out of each other. It's a decent career choice, if you don't mind putting your body on the line for a screaming crowd of fans with little job benefits. But sometimes, the paycheck makes up for that."

Fred pointed to one corner of the ring, where stood three shop-generated wrestlers for his exercise today.

"You can either wrestle one of them, or one of your classmates. The rules are no holds barred, but using the ring ropes for leverage on a hold is illegal. Your opponent touches the rope during a submission hold or a pin, the hold or pin is broken. You're going for a three count pin or submission victory. And if you find something under the ring to hit your opponent with... go for it."

He chuckled.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen of my class... Let's get ready to rumble!"

[ooc: OCD first Open!]

DADA for Muggles [Wednesday]

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Sirius (who had spent the weekend as a Man on the Run, Falsely Accused of Murdering His Best Friend (in other words, himself, camped in front of the wizarding chess board)), was leaning against his normal desk as the students arrived.

"In our last class before examinations, we decided to focus on certain dark arts that are pervasive in the Muggle world," he said.

Of course, a wizard's perception of what was off in the Muggle world was probably a little skewed itself.

And Remus (who had spent the weekend as a Man with a Dark Secret, Who Has Severe Intimacy Issues and Also is a Werewolf (see above re: Sirius)) gave the class a serious look as he straightened his posture. "We don't have these things in our world, so really, this class is for you to help educate us, in a way. We've battled a few dark things while here, and would like your perspective on how to deal with them. For instance," Remus began pacing, his hands clasped behind his back, "I can only assume that this 'meter maid' creature is a very dark being indeed, as when we parked Sirius' motorbike on the mainland a few weeks back, we received a ticket for seemingly no reason, and were told that that was the source."

Sirius nodded solemnly. "As well as the vicious snack machine that took five of my dollars," which was still ridiculous. Everyone knew Galleons made more sense as a currency, "and refused to give me my crisps."

"Not to mention this," Remus waved his wand, and levitated a DVD player over to them. He pressed the Eject button, and while the machine whined and spat a bit, nothing came out. "That, I will have you all know, is a very interesting documentary on paper-making. And now I will never truly be able to watch it, since this machine seems to have eaten it, and I also can't watch anything else."

Sirius wasn't all that upset about the paper-making documentary being eaten, truth be told, but he wanted to watch the film with the pretty witches again, and so therefore the machine was clearly cursed in some manner. "Those are just a few examples," Sirius concluded, "but I'm sure you all--having had more exposure to the Muggle world--can come up with others. If you could also tell us the counterjinx for these three, Professor Lupin and I would be quite grateful."

Art 101 - Wednesday, Period Four - 12/09

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The room was made up in the usual studio set up, sunlight streaming through the windows.

"I won't take up your time with talking since you have work to do on your pieces, but I will let you know how next week is going to go:

"We're going to be presenting our pieces, one by one. The rest of the class, in turn, can bring up topics for discussion, comment on the piece, or even just say whether they like it or not. We won't be playing art critics, exactly; the focus will be on what elements you can identify from our artistic history lessons.

"For now, though," and he gestured to the paints, "best you all get to it."

[ocd up!]

Adventures in Literature, Wednesday, Period Three [Class Fifteen]

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Drake was deeply engrossed in a book when the students began to arrive, though he was disappointed it wasn't a self-help book like he had thought. When he finally glanced up and realized, oh, he had a class to teach, he said, "Oh! You're all here. Well, I suppose we should get things going. I want you all to explain to me which book you loved the most out of all the ones we read for this class. And which character you loved the most." Each time he said "love," he got a goofy grin on his face.

"If we finish before class time is up, you can leave early," he went on. He pointed to a student at random. "You first."


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Library, Wednesday

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So Gabrielle didn't make it in to the library until after class today. So she looked a little . . . flustered.

Hush. She was just fine, thank you very much. No, really. Thank you.

She wasn't going to get a thing done today besides spinning idly around in the desk chair, was she?

[OOC: I remembered (finally) to post, but I forgot the OCD. It can find its own way home.]

Ethics [Thursday, December 10, 1st period]

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Yes, Anakin had tried to get in some lightsaber practice before class.

Yes, it had turned into a candy cane.

No, he wasn't very happy about that.

So a very cranky Anakin stalked into the classroom and began speaking. "There's a very famous story on this world, of the lady or the tiger. For those of you not from here, the short version is that there was a fictional king with his own sense of justice: instead of a court system, he had an arena with two doors. Behind one door was a beautiful woman, handpicked by the king. Behind the other was a tiger. If you chose the tiger, you were eaten and declared guilty. If you chose the lady, you were considered innocent and married the lady. The king didn't care about your previous marital status or sexual orientation, apparently."

He began pacing. "One day the king discovered that his daughter had been having an affair with someone far below her station, so the man was arrested and tossed into the arena. Now the princess knew which door has what behind it, and her lover looked up to her for advice. She had two choices: watch her love die, or marry another woman. The story ends with the princess telling him which door to open, but leaves us hanging as to what waited behind it."

Anakin smiled. "Your task today is two-fold. First, pair up with a classmate and decide what the princess did. Then tell me what you would have done in the princess's place."