Library, Monday [6/7]

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Gabrielle had been hoping for a quiet shift today. She wasn't entirely naive enough to think that just hoping for one made it any more likely to happen, though.

Finding a mis-shelved compendium of Spartan history bristling and rustling its pages at the volumes on Athenian culture surrounding it made her feel vindicated in that touch of pessimism . . . and very, very relieved that this situation could be handled with just a little proper reshelving.

If only it were always that easy.

Home Ec is Outrageous!; Monday, Period Five [ 06/07 ].

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While it wasn't as nice a day as Aquaman had hopes for today's class, he had still invited his students out of the home ec room and into the great outdoors for some fresh air and aquatic appreciation. And basket weaving.

"Good afternoon!" he greeted them brightly. "I hope you're ready to kick off your shoes and roll up your pants...or skirts...because today, we're getting in the water! In the water is one of my favorite places to be; it's rather appropriate, as the water is my home! Today's a bit of a break from the typical maitenence of hearth and home, a bit of a project to work our minds and fingers and provide not only something beautiful, but something very functional as well. Today we're weaving baskets! Underwater!"

( Underwater Basket Weaving! )

Aquaman clapped his hands together, drawing in a deep, pleasant breath of the wonderful seaside air. "Well, then, weaving wonders, let's get started!"


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

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Unblinded Science, Period Six [6/7]

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Today Walter does not look at all well. He's certainly not going to tell the students why he looks as though a Dow Chemical truck hit his cerebral cortex at 80 MPH at 3:00 a.m., but he does, it may as well have, and he's lucky he remembers he's teaching, let alone what his lesson plan for the day was.

As such, the assignment written on the whiteboard goes thusly:

SILENCE!

Memorize the periodic table of the elements on the lawn.

[ooc: My apologies. Again. I'm in the last push of moving and my landlord called during my class-writing time and thus I have no class-writing time.]

Surviving & Thriving -- Monday -- Second Period.

[atreideslioness]

Today the Danger Shop was set up simply with pillows on the floor, for everyone to sit on.

"This week," Algren said once the students had filed into the classroom, "we're going to discuss a topic that seems to be near and dear to the hearts of most of the residents of the island in one way or another. We're going to discuss sexuality in this day and age, in Fandom's terms, more specifically." If he looked a little uneasy, that was possibly because he was having flashbacks of Sex Thru The Ages class.

Don't mind him.

( Ghanima wasn't going to mind him. Captain Algren was a gentleman, and it was her understanding that they sometimes had Issues discussing these things in public. )

"What we're going to do today is break into groups," Ghanima replied, nodding at Algren. "Gentlemen, with the Captain to the far end of the room, please. Ladies, with me. This will be your chance to ask us any questions that you do not want to ask in front of the opposite gender, and we promise that anything said in the groups will be kept in confidence."

"For your homework after class, we ask that you go out with a classmate -- of either gender -- for lunch or coffee this week. Preferably someone from a world unlike your own. Talk to them. Get to know them. And afterward, think about the type of communication that would go into pursuing a relationship."

[OOC: The OCD wants to be your friend!

The Birth of TV Comedy, Monday

[chosehumanity]

"We've been talking about a lot of genre characteristics up until now," Mitchell started. They were back in the classroom - he figured he'd gone through on his end of the bargain, so they could go somewhere more projector-friendly today. "But technically this class is supposed to be about comedy history, so we'll try and narrow it back down to that. The 1950s!" He jotted the number on the blackboard. "Famous for many things - aprons, the nuclear family, the Cold War and the onset of television programmes."

He gave that one a moment to sink in. "TV was a new medium," he continued, "Everyone thought it was a little terrifying, really. And the times were already very moderate-- boring, suburbian, whatever you want to call it. The last thing a succesful TV show wanted to do was rock the boat, especially in the States. So there were very strict guidelines for a TV comedy, if it wanted to go anywhere. It had to show this ideal of American society, where the parents were always kind and the children were usually well-behaved. Prime example? The Ways of Weasel. Some of you must've seen it before. Black and white, simple, every episode's the same: young lad gets in trouble, and suffers the consequences. Our audience is educated, and we move on to the next one."

He stretched. "Family values. Really, it wasn't an age any more innocent than our current one, but the telly sure knew how to hide it. We've already talked about I Heart Heather before - that's the same thing. Though Weasel was unique for focusing on the children, rather than the parents. More often, you'd see something like Folks on Honeymoon - two couples, some zany schemes, some threats of domestic violence--" A pause, as he tilted his head and spoke, lightly, "Maybe not so nice. Still, whatever you can say about what they were all about, even if they made Mary Tyler Moore seem dark and gritty, they did invent some of the great comic tricks of our time. Double-takes, comedic body language, all that stuff: it came to be in these shows."

"Anyway, so much for the 50s," Mitchell finished, grinning a little. "Now I want to see the sketches you came up with two weeks ago. I'm sure you'll dazzle me."

Physical Education, Monday, Fourth Period

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Once the class arrived, they might have noticed the two goals set up like this was a hockey game. Which was a good guess at what they were going to be doing today.

"Mornin' class," Guy said bringing out a nicely sized box of supplies for the game. "Today we're gonna play field hockey. Stanley Cup and everything goin' on. I want you to split off into teams, one side with jerseys the other without."

Flight and Flying [Tuesday, June 8]

[sith_happened]

"Today we're flying capital ships," he said, flicking his hands toward the screen set up in the corner. "Specifically this capital ship. It was called the Invisible Hand and when I was flying it, half of it had already broken up in the atmosphere, the rudder that steered the ship had been in that half, and the thrusters weren't firing enough to stop us. The equipment was also set up for a species other than human and I couldn't read the controls."

Anakin had landed anyway. There wasn't a pilot in a million that could replicate what he'd done.

"Since I was working under rather...strained...circumstances, we'll do something a little easier to live through," he said. "You'll have the entire ship, and the back half will be on fire. The controls will be set up for your species and you'll be able to read the controls."

Yes, he thought that was cutting them a break. Anakin was odd. "Begin!"