Maritime Mammals, Tuesday, Period 6

[takesaftermom.livejournal.com]

Summer might have been a tad bit excited about teaching a summer workshop. If it wasn't obvious by the smile on her face.

( Mammals! )

"We'll be experiencing ocean mammals up close and personal along the way, get a feel for their living habits and things of that nature. A more hands-on approach, if you will. There might even be a dolphin watching excursion and aquarium visit planned. Oh! If anyone's interested in a TA position, see me after class," Summer explained. "So, introductions. Why don't we start those now?"

[OCD coming up!]

{Class Syllabus}

Rookiehood 101, Tuesday, Period 4

[raspberryturk]

Today, the students would find themselves filing into the classroom only to find a note on the board, being stared at thoughtfully by a rather ugly, hairy creature.

Yo class! Meet me Behind the Skool! - Reno

( And if they were so inclined to... )

[OCD on the way up! Welcome to Rookiehood 101!]

Library, Tuesday

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Anemone was, for once, early for her library shift instead of dashing in at the last possible second. She could claim it was because she was now a high school graduate and was being responsible and such, but the truth was she'd been woken up by the Alots roaming the yard of the dorm, and had just followed them around for a bit before deciding to try and coax a few up to the library with her.

Right now she was happily curled up atop a pile of two or three Alots, watching some kittens stalk the sentient dust bunnies, before she had to head off to act as the assistant for Master Skywalker's class.

Maybe Mr. DeTamble would let her keep the kittens, to patrol Special Collections...



[OOC: The Alots ate my OCD!...someone draw me a picture of Alot of kitties, plz.]

Functional French, Tuesday, Period 2

[one-who-goes.livejournal.com]

Henry had planned a straightforward first week of classes. Bonjour, ca va, je m'appelle..., all of that.

What he had not planned on was the big pug-bear-yak thing that was firmly in the middle of the classroom when Henry got there, wearing a beret and a scarf and looking like he was about to order brie on a croissant.

He was, of course, the anticipated Alot of bad French grammar.

Henry made a few attempts to shoo it out the door. The creature didn't move, and finally Henry gave up and stepped forward, hands in his pockets.

"Hi," he said. "Bonjour. Salut. I am Henry DeTamble, call me Henry or Mr. DeTamble or 'hey, library guy,' whatever works. Welcome to Functional French, which is my attempt at teaching a language class at this school, you lucky, lucky people. Here is the syllabus, and here is your textbook for the term."

"I'm not going to ask you to speak a lot of French this week" -- the creature perked up at its name, but looked disappointed that Henry had not summoned a friend for it -- "but I'd like for you to start by introducing yourselves in this format: 'Bonjour, je m'appelle Henri' -- or whatever your names actually are, and bonus points if you say it with a French pronunciation -- and your answer to the question Ca va, which is 'how are you doing.' You might just say 'ca va' back at me, to indicate everything is fine, or 'ca va bien,' -- I am doing well -- or 'pas mal' -- not bad. I'd also like to hear, en Anglais, if you've ever studied French or another language before and how good you think you are."

He gestured randomly into the group. "Commence."

Breaking the Glass Ceiling, Tuesday

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The woman whose boots tapped firmly against the floor as she entered, moved with a more than obvious confidence. Her long red hair had been pulled into a loose ponytail, and her clothes were utilitarian, showing fairly little.

"My name is Lieutenant Sarah Kerrigan," she began. "Or rather, that's what it once was. I served as a lieutenant, yes-- in a group called the Sons of Korhal. They treated me like I was invaluable. Something special. And I did my job pretty well."

She stopped moving in front of the desk, and leaned on it with her hands. "Then one day, as it turned out, a dead pretty young female lieutenant is a good martyr for the cause. I was suddenly more than expendable." Beat. "Lucky for me I'm a little hard to expend. And I'm a little more important currency these days."

She pulled away from the desk. "I'm not interested in why you joined this class," she continued. "I'm not interested in what year you're from, or what your favorite meal is. I'm sure somebody's going to wind up asking you these questions this week, but I won't. All I want is your name, and what you plan to be. Take that as esoterically or as practically as you'd like."

"The truth is, life isn't fair, and I'm sure that's not news to most of you. Unless you're from a very specific subset of life, you're going to wind up expendable, or worse. People are going to try to keep you where you'll be useful to them - until you're not. What we're going to be working on these next few weeks is making you useful to yourselves."

In a manner of speaking. They'd find themselves useful to Kerrigan, too.

"Which is why what we want from the future is the first and last thing we need to know about ourselves. Or you're going to wind up just another chess piece with only two squares to move to. Talk."

[[ wait for the ocd up! ]]

Romance 101, Wednesday, Period 4 -- Class 1

[carpe_demon]

"Welcome to Romance 101," Drake cheerfully greeted the class. "Let's get down to business. So, what is romance? Originally it came from the world 'romanicus,' which just mean 'of the Roman style.' But that brings to mind orgies and marrying your sister, so we'll just skip over that part. Over the years, it turned into a literary genre full of heroic prose about knights in shining armor and ladies and chivalry and courtly love. Or nowadays, it's a paperback novel with women with a heaving bosoms clinging to men with a bare chests and impossible muscles. Or maybe it's just Lady Gaga singing about her love life. But for the purposes of this class, it's the ideal, deeply passionate love affair. Romance isn't something that can be defined easily -- it can only be experienced, and until you experience it, you will never really understand it. It's affection and attachment so deep that it makes you think you can do anything. It changes your whole outlook on life. It makes your heart race and your spirit soar. It makes you see the beauty in everything.

"We'll keep it simple for today. I want you all to tell me a little about yourself, and tell me why you're taking this class. And then we're going to talk about what romance means to you."