Love & Romance, Hollywood Style [Period 4, Class 1]

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Drake walked into class with his own personal soundtrack, bopping his head to the music. "What is love?" he said, addressing the class when the music ended. "That's a good question. Love is a many splendored thing¹. Love bites, love bleeds, it's bringin' me to my knees². Love stinks³. In the dead of night, love bites⁴. Love is like oxygen: you get too much, you get too high, not enough and you're gonna die⁵. Love is friendship set on fire⁶. Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness⁷. Love is hard to get, impossible to hold, straight and narrow, like a burning fuse⁸. Love hurts, love scars, love wounds and mars any heart⁹. Love is like war: easy to begin but hard to end⁶. Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away¹⁰. Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired¹¹. Love is a state of grace, transcending time and space¹². Love doesn't make the world go 'round; love is what makes the ride worthwhile¹³. Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear¹⁴. Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend¹⁵. Love is a condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own¹⁶. Light of the world, shine on me, love is the answer¹⁷. Love is like a snowmobile flying over the frozen tundra that suddenly flips, pinning you underneath. At night the ice weasels come¹⁸."

Drake settled on the edge of his desk. "Love comes in all shapes and sizes, and in this class, we're going to look at some types of love that Hollywood is awfully fond of. There's obsessive love, tragic love, vengeful love, unrequited love, courtly love, destructive love, tough love, the love that dare not speak its name, and happily ever after love, just for example."

He looked around the class. "Some of you I recognize, but for those of you who are new, I'm Drake Dèmon, Fandom High's Demon-in-Residence. You can call me Drake, or Oh Captain My Captain, or even Hey You. Now tell me your names, class, and reason you're taking this class. And whether you are in love or have been in love. And, since I'm still working on the syllabus, let me know if there's a particular flavor of love you want to see covered."


¹ Frank Sinatra. ² Def Leppard. ³ J. Geils Band. ⁴ Judas Priest. ⁵ Sweet. ⁶ Anonymous. ⁷ Oliver Wendell Holmes. ⁸ Alannah Myles. ⁹ Nazareth. ¹⁰ Dorothy Parker. ¹¹ Mark Twain. ¹² Britney Spears (shut up). ¹³ Franklin P. Jones. ¹⁴ John Lennon. ¹⁵ Martin Luther King, Jr. ¹⁶ Robert Heinlein. ¹⁷ England Dan and John Ford Coley. ¹⁸ Matt Groening

Study Hall, Wednesday [01/06]

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Ziva opened up the study hall, and set out some drinks for the students before settling down at one of the computers. If she was really going to stay in this country, then she needed to investigate becoming a citizen...assuming she could get the computer to work without hitting it too much, of course.

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History of Medicine - Second Period - Wednesday, 1/06

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Professor Chevalier welcomed them into the Danger Shop with a rather normal classroom setting and a smile. One might wonder why he used the Danger Shop, since he wasn't doing anything particularly special this time around, but one need only look at the sunlight streaming into the fake room and the smile on his face to put two and two together.

Once everyone was seated, he started passing around a copy of the syllabus.

"Welcome, all of you, to the history of medicine. I'm not sure what you all expected of this class, but we'll be covering some of the more ancient beliefs, the origin of practices, as opposed to more... modern milestones. I certainly hope this isn't a problem."

When he was done, he returned to the front of the class and leaned back against his desk.

"Now, since this is the first class, we'll mostly be doing introductions and I will be looking for an assistant or two, if anyone is interested. But first," and he pointed to the closest person, "name, class, and either something interesting or why you decided to take the class."

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Magic for Dummies | Period One | Class One

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Paige decided that the Elders hated her for arranging for her to teach first period. She had a cup of coffee in hand as her students filed in and there was an urn of coffee set up on a desk right inside the door if anyone else needed it.

After everyone had arrived, she moved to the front of the room and smiled at them.

"Good morning. I'm Paige Matthews and this is Magic for Dummies. Which is not to say that I think any of you are dumb, by the way. It's just a riff on that book series."

Focus, Paige.

"Anyway, there are copies of the syllabus for all of you. If there's something you want to cover that isn't on there, let me know and I'll add it."

She handed out the sheets, took a sip of her coffee and leaned against the edge of the desk.

"Okay, so what is magic? It's not parlor tricks or sleight-of-hand. It's not top hats and rabbits. Magic is a powerful tool and is most often associated with the elements. My home in San Francisco sits on top of a spiritual nexus which is equidistant from natural sources of the five elements: earth, fire, wind, water and metal. That makes it a powerfully magical place. My family has controlled that location for a hundred years in order to keep evil from drawing on the nexus."

Paige paused and realized she was getting a bit ahead of herself.

"Oh, yeah, I'm a witch. And also a guardian angel. I have two sisters that some of you may know of because alternate universe versions of them went to school here - Piper and Phoebe Halliwell. Anyway, the three of us are a powerful force of good magic. But enough about me. Today I want to learn about you. I know you're probably all tired of this, but I'd like you to give me your name, what, if any, personal experience you have with magic and why you're taking this class."

Library [01/06]

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Sam got to the library early this morning, wanting to start the semester off right. Once he'd made sure that everything was organized to his standards, he opened the doors and went back to the desk. He wasn't sure if any of the new students would be coming by, but he was ready for anyone who needed help.

Modeling for Dummies, Thursday 1/7/10

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The classroom was empty except for Deadpool's desk. Because this was the beginning of a special journey and chairs only got in the way of it.

...look, if he was gonna be Tyra, he needed to come up with random things the kids couldn't have this time around. For funsies. And to lure in the readers. Hello readers. Are you enjoying the post so far? No? You want more introductions? You're a cruel person.

"So," Deadpool said, ignoring any slurs against those who saw this on their F-list. "Welcome to Modeling for Dummies. In this class, you'll learn the way to succeed in a high pressure situation that wouldn't happen except for on TV, with challenges that have no real bearing on obstacles in your future careers." A beat. "Unless you come from some crazy ass world. Then maybe."

He continued on, trying not to dwell on those insane worlds. Really, it was for the best that he never met Karla.

Magic cock rings.

"So, since everyone has been doing introductions everywhere before this, let's assume I don't care about your names, hopes, dreams or grade. Because that would probably be true. I don't care. But I say that with love. Instead of something that will make ya'll get with the drinking game, I want everyone to pick a classmate and make up some random crap about them that would make them an edgy model. I'll go first!" Oh yeah, this'll end well. "One time, Chuck Bass beat a hobo to death, but then realized the error of his ways and became a priest. It was a touching life lesson that we can all learn from."

One day, people would learn not to allow him to teach. One day.

"Oh, and mini-me. TA. Have fun with the job."