Rookiehood 101, Tuesday, Period 4

[raspberryturk]

"Yo, Rookies!" Hark, was that the territorial call of the wild Reno in his natural habitat? Oh, it totally was. "Bit of a change of pace for you this week, yo. When this period ends, you're all on a mission, yo. This week, I ain't gonna be the teacher."

He smirked, and then set out on that slow, deliberate saunter of his, walking paces back and forth in front of the class.

"Half of you are. And half of you are gonna be the rookies. All you teachers? It's gonna be your job to look out for the rookies this week. Rookies? It's your job to be... rookies. Make like you don't know nothin'. Give your teacher a rough time, yo. Do whatever it is you figure rookies do."

He nodded at the board, where he'd scrawled out the names of the two groups.

"Today, just pair off, figure out what it is you're gonna be rookies at. You can teach and learn just about anything, but be prepared to tell me next week what it was you did and how it went, yo. Teachers? Word of advice? Just because you got some theoretical kinda power right now don't mean you get to abuse it. If you're gonna tell 'em to run laps around the island, you damn well better be prepared to run 'em too. And you better be better at it. They ain't gonna respect you if you don't come off as competent, yo. They're your rookies, so it's up to you to set an example, here."

He smirked, and then waved his hands at the class.

"Go on, get to it. Don't let me keep you waitin', yo."

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Functional French, Tuesday, Period 2

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Henry wheeled a TV set to the front of the classroom as the students arrived. "It feels like a movie day today," he mused. "Doesn't it? We're watching La Fortune Merveilleuse d'Emilie Roulain. It's kind of a magical-realist thing about a shy girl who decides to play fairy godmother to the people around her."

Clare loved the movie; Henry went by what she said.

"I'm going to leave the subtitles off, but if you feel like you desperately need them, let me know and I'll turn 'em on."

A few moments of fumbling with the remote, and the movie began to roll. Henry retreated to a spot at the side of the classroom, keeping half an eye on the screen.

[OOC: I have a huge project due at work today, so y'all get movie week a week early. Whee.]

Library, Tuesday

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Anemone had gotten a fair amount of baggage in her alcove on Friday. Being Anemone, however, she hadn't actually understood the pun, and just thought someone had misplaced their suitcases.

So she was actually in a fantastic today, completely oblivious that anyone might have had a bad weekend, and was arming herself with the duster, the mop, and the broom, and was brandishing them at the door to Special Collections.

Something was due for its summer scouring, and no amount of grumbling from behind the door was going to deter her.

Breaking the Glass Ceiling, Tuesday

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( All good soldiers crack like boulders. )

[[ wait for the ocd up! ]]

Maritime Mammals, Tuesday, Period 6

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Summer had once again let her students know to meet at the causeway. Instead of going to a care center, they were going to an aquarium. Like last time, the drive didn't take very long and Summer wanted her students to have as much time as possible to explore the different areas of the aquarium.

( To the aquarium. )

There was so much to see and she didn't want her students to lose time standing around.

[OCD up. Sorry for the late post!]