Library, Monday [5/10]

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

Gabrielle was a bit distracted on her way in today, head ducked slightly over a piece of parchment covered with the most horrendously illegible ink scrawl ever. ("Illegible" was relative here, of course, depending on who besides her could recognize that strange alphabet.) It wasn't because she was engrossed in what she was reading, because Joxer didn't have anything close to a talent for writing, but because . . . because it was a letter from Joxer, and the grammatical gaffes and misspellings and turns of phrase gone horribly wrong were not to be believed, and that was before you factored in the concentration necessary to make some kind of coherent sense out of the paragraphs.

As a result she nearly tripped over a thick volume that had somehow ended up on the floor near the returns bin rather than in it -- thanks, Joxer, did you manage to get klutzy-infused parchment somehow? -- and set the letter aside.

I Hate Chatty Food: Memoirs of a Blind Cyclops, read the title on the spine; a quick flip-through of the book revealed that yes, there were several chapters devoted to the chatty food in question, and none of them very flattering.

Mostly, though, Gabrielle was stuck on "How did he get a book deal?"

Honestly.

Unblinded Science, Period Six [5/10]

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Walter fussed at the front of the classroom. On the one hand, it wasn't Harvard, but on the other hand, there were nice acid-resistant black tabletops. Those had been constants even from his own student days and as much as he loved new things, the old things were comforting.

Today's lecture? Microwaves! Fun times!

Okay, maybe not, but Walter has an ace up his sleeve, apparently involving.... fruit.

Once the class was settled, Walter surveyed the students, absently patted a papaya sitting in front of him that had been given a face through the clever use of a googly eyes, pipe cleaners, and a sharpie, and smiled absently.

"My name is Dr. Walter Bishop," he said and then frowned, trying to remember what he was going to say next. "And this is..." he referred to a paper on the table, "Unblinded Science. We will be exploring some of the things that make science interesting and which push the boundaries of what you will believe science is capable of. After all, an old friend of mine once wrote that sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. Keep an open mind, and more importantly, a fertile imagination."

( But first, the lecture )

"But this is a survey course, and you young people get distracted easily, so let's have some fun instead. At each of the seven stations you'll find two pairs of safety glasses. Put them on, put on your lab coat, and examine the devices that I have assembled for your practical today.

"These devices will project microwaves at the glass dome in your workstation. I have provided" (Peter has provided) "a supply of papayas and papaya-decorating supplies. Place the papaya under the glass dome and press the button on the device. You may experiment with the settings on the dial to determine how high you must go to achieve gooification, and how high to reach explosion."

Some intelligent soul has ensured that the boxes cannot be turned in any direction other than the glass dome. It might have been Walter. It might have been someone not as intelligent but far wiser.

[ooc: Wait two minutes for OCD please. Class roster and syllabus are out of my reach at the moment. I'll add them when I get home from work this evening.]

Birth of TV Comedy, Monday First Period

[chosehumanity]

"Hey, good morning," Mitchell said to the students as they piled in. "We've got a small group this time, but I like that. After all, television comedy isn't for the faint of heart." He grinned a little. "In the next few classes, I'll be putting you all through a vigorous sitting of all sorts of comedies. The good and the bad. Don't let Television Without Pity close up your hearts to the power of the sitcom."

There was a little amused irony in his voice, yes. "But this is introduction week. First, let me introduce your teaching assistants for this period. The talented Kate Gregson, and the dashing Jack Priest." A little more of that irony, but he meant it fondly.

"To start things off, I get the pleasure of catching you during your very first round of introductions of the session, so... name, favorite style of humor, and tell me a joke."

He pointed. "We'll start with you, then."

[[ wait for the ocd up! ]]

Home Ec is Outrageous!; Monday, Period Five [ 05/10 ].

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This was it! The very first day of his new class, the very first chapter in the book entitled Aquaman's Adventures in High School Education! And he was prepared! As the students came into the home ec classroom, they would find on their tables a box of various supplies, some crayons and markers and paints, scissors and hot glue guns. And glitter, of course! One didn't have to be a long-standing resident of the island to know that glitter could be a crucial element in a project such as todays! And preparation was at least fifty five percent of victory, if not sixty.

( Introductions & Color Scheme! )

"So, if there aren't any questions, five minutes! And then we'll talk color!"

[[ please wait for the slowly approaching OCD has arrived! ]]

[[ Class Syllabus and Roster! ]]

Physical Education, 4th Period - 5/10

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Ah, the gym. Nothing quite beat having to show up there during the summer months in order to be yelled at taught all about the joys of exercise and sports that no one really cared about.

"Good afternoon," Guy said, already rubbing his forehead if Jaime was there at the building migraine. He wasn't gonna let some stupid bug stop him from teaching, though. "An' welcome to gym class. We're gonna start off nice an' easy today because it's the first day of class."

He picked up nice, red, bouncy ball and tossed it in the air a few times.

"Just a few questions and then you can use the time to get ta know your classmates." Before the carnage. "Name, class, why you're here... anything else you wanna share. Go for it," he said, palming the ball to point with it at someone at random.

"I'm Guy Gardner. Call Mr. Gardner if you really hafta, got it?"

Then, tossed the ball at some poor student at random. "Next!"

Cafeteria: Monday Lunchtime

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Dandelion was a girl on a mission. What little information she had retained from the weekend was now devoted to her protecting the cafeteria from the Viking horde which would inevitably attempt to redcorate it.

Heartless Vikings.

Which is why anyone showing up for lunch today would find her guarding the entrace to the cafeteria wielding a large metal soup ladle and a colander on her head.

And no one.. NO ONE was going to make her stray from her sworn duty.

[QUESTION: How long has it been since there was a cafeteria post? ANSWER: Too long! Open post is open.]

Maritime Safety, [Monday, Period Three]

[doubleohblonde]

Bond had *handwavily* informed his class to meet him at the docks, where he waited for them to arrive by a motorboat.

( Messing about with boats... )

[ooc: wait for ocd up!]

[Class Roster|Class Rules]

Flight and Flying [Tuesday, May 11, 1st period]

[sith_happened]

Anakin stood in front of the door of the flight shed and waited for the workshop students to arrive, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his dark robes.

"Welcome," he said, giving them a nod. "I'm Master Skywalker, and I'll be your instructor for flight this session. I'm from a space-based culture, so my expertise is primarily in those sorts of aircraft, but we'll also be working with the way people fly on this planet. We'll begin with simulators and if you convince me of your attention to detail and your ability not to die in stupid ways, you'll eventually be allowed to fly the real things. Before we begin in the simulator, though, you need to recite the following pledge: I solemnly swear, upon threat of detention and possible bodily harm, to listen and follow Master Skywalker's instructions, not to bring food or drink within ten feet of the simulators, and to absolutely never start a fight anywhere inside the flight shed, as Master Skywalker will let my head get cracked open on something metallic, like I deserve, and then throw me into detention for the entirety of my time at Fandom High."

He was dead serious, too.

( Podracing! )