Build Your Own Philosophy, 3/22/10, Period 2

[tyler_gone]

Nothing seemed true; I felt surrounded by cardboard scenery which could quickly be removed. - A. Camus

Never let it be said that Tyler was afraid to touch on his own issues in picking quotes for the class to think about.

"Welcome to class," he said, once everyone seemed to be gathered. "You had all week to read Nausea by Sartre. If you didn't ... basically it's about a guy who stops enjoying everything he loves. Everything -- friends, sex, his own body -- just starts making hm sick. To get happy again, he has to stop thinking the material world will make him happy, and start taking responsibility for how he feels. He's losing something -- but he's also gaining the chance for a meaningful life, and not just an existence. The philosophy behind all of this is called existentialism." And look, there was a handout.

"My question for you today is a simple one: Do you think Antoine was right to decide there's no meaning in life except what we create for ourselves? Or do you think this is just a book about a depressed French guy with too much time on his hands? Talk about it. I'm here."

Library, Monday [March 22]

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After a normal (by most people's standards, not Gabrielle's) and relatively quiet weekend, arriving at the library bright and early was really not much of a hardship. Her usual morning list of tasks was not much of a hardship either -- except for the copy of Care and Feeding of Your Chimera that didn't seem to want to be reshelved, and insisted on following her around everywhere.

"You're going to get bored just sitting there," she warned it once she got back to the desk and it hunkered down near her feet with the occasional hopeful rustle of pages.

". . . fine, fine. Have it your way."

Japanese Etiquette & Tradition, 3/22/10, Period 5

[shiroi_tiger]

"Origami," Algren announced as the students took their places on the mats he'd laid out in the usual classroom.

You didn't need a Danger Shop for this. That would be silly. And so Algren had arranged the cushions on the floor in a semi-circle around a stack of square sheets of brightly colored paper set on a table in the middle of the room.

"The Japanese art of paper folding. In fact, that's what the name itself translates to. 'Ori' means folding, and 'kami' means paper." Forgive him for that. He's a linguist at heart and he has to translate things whenever the opportunity arises, or else he'll develop some sort of inferiority complex. "I'm not going to waste much of your precious paper folding time by lecturing about the origins of the art or the conventions of it, today. I'll just give you a handout with a selection of patterns, and let you go at it. If you need help with any of the folds, feel free to choose a partner, or to come speak to me."

Horror 101, Monday

[chosehumanity]

"Today, it's your turn to shine," Mitchell said, beaming at the class. He clapped his hands. "Show us what you did this past week. It can be a film fragment, something you read from a book, just describing it. Tell me what it says about the phobia of your choice."

He put the remote to the beamer on the table in front of him, and backed away so he could sit down at the back of the class.

"What are you waiting for? The floor is yours."

[[ open! ]]

World Mythology -- Third Period -- Monday

[atreideslioness]

"Today we're visiting with the myths to be found in the Native American cultures." Ghanima grabbed her handouts from the front desk and began walking up and down the rows, dropping papers on desks.  "For me to try and cover the history and mythology of every tribe in a single day would be impossible, not to mention insulting to the cultures involved.  A thoughtful, anthropologically sound approach to these stories would take up an entire semester, not a class period."

( Let the class begin! )

[OOC: And lo, there was OCD!]

Flight Club [after classes]

[momslilassassin]

"So I guess we missed last week's meeting," Tahiri said apologetically once everyone had gathered near the flight shed. "Sorry about that. I was at home dealing with things. And crash landing a few times, so thanks for the lessons in that, Master Skywalker," she added.

Ben gave her a quick look--she'd not mentioned the crash landing a few times part before now--before turning his attention back to the rest of the club members. "Today's simulator runs are astral enough to make up for it. For the space option today, we're learning about X-Wings, which are the best ships ever. Period."

Not that Ben was biased in any way.

Or that Tahiri had one on the island. "Boy," she said, giving him an amused look, "I wonder why you've got those on your mind." Shh, she was trying to distract him from the crash landing thing. Besides, the second time hadn't been her fault. The first one hadn't been exactly her fault either.

"It just came to me," Ben said, grinning at her. "We'll be using the updated X-Wing that's set to the specs of Tahiri's time, which makes it slightly less astral than the ones I have at home, but better than Aunt Leia's. And for the land-based version today, we'll use an Earth jet called the F-35 Lightning II. It's not bad."

Which was a pretty high compliment coming from a self-professed space snob.

Said self-professed space snob got an affectionate eyeroll. "It's plenty astral. My X-Wing, I mean," Tahiri said before going into a quick overview of the Incom snubfighter's controls and weapons systems, making particular note of the stutter-fire setting. "Although you probably won't need that, since the sim program isn't going to make you deal with voids that eat laserfire. That setting isn't going to do any damage at all, really."

Ben ran through the controls of the F-35 and then grinned. "And both sims have been set up for you to be able to use the weapons if you'd like. No voids on Tahiri's, of course," because Ben didn't feel like spending a good chunk of his afternoon dying against Yuuzhan Vong ships, "but stationary targets to blow off some steam against."

Study Hall, Monday [3/22]

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Summer opened up study hall, wondering why she had to get handwavily sick the week after her birthday. How nice.

She put out assorted snacks and drinks and set down to researching healthy eating options. She wasn't about to get sick like that again, thank you.

[OCD coming up!]

Ethics [Tuesday, March 23, 2nd period]

[sith_happened]

Today Anakin's desk was covered with droid babies in bassinets. Each baby had a tiny stuffed Ewok tucked next to it. Hush.

"Today we talk about lust," Anakin said, pulling his attention back from the wall he'd been staring at, trying to get a handle on a bad feeling he'd been having since stepping foot on the island yesterday. "Or rather, the unintended consequences that can happen when you take action without precautions."

He smiled. Evilly. Some of his lesson plans might have changed this semester, but he had been looking forward to the droid babies with something close to unholy glee this go-around. "Meet your little projects for the next week. They're heavy, they cry, and they will record everything you do with them. So if you stuff them into a closet for the duration, believe me, I'll know."

After all, he'd built all of them.

He reached for a list of paper. "I've paired you up together." His smile turned a little more evil. "And some of your babies are a little fussier than others."

( Mwahaha the list: )

Outdoor Fitness and Strategy [Monday, Period One]

[doubleohblonde]

"Choice of assignments today," Bond said as the class arrived, apparently in an unexpectedly charitable mood. "You can either do a jogging circuit of the entire island, or stay in the gym and watch a film about running."

Such a hard, terribly difficult choice there.

[ooc: wait for ocd up.]

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