Anatomy of a Trial [Period 4, Class #5, 6-10]

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Class was still in the Danger Shop, and would be for the foreseeable future. It made Alex feel like a real prosecutor again. Call it a perk of the job.

( Cross-Examination, Or, You Are Not (meta for) Perry Mason )

Being Marooned [Thursday, June 10]

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"Hello, mateys!" Jack greeted the class cheerfully from where he sat on a fruit crate. "Today we're going to talk of foragin' on your new island, otherwise known as 'How hungry will you be before you eat a durian?'"

He held up the fruit, which smelled like shit. No, really emitted a pungent aroma. He swung his hand around at the coconuts, crabs (which were trying to escape), mangos, and papayas.

And then at the crude spears he'd fashioned. "Or you can try to catch yourself a sea turtle," he said with a laugh, "but that's high level pirating there."

Self Defense and Kickassery for Dummies; Thursday Fifth Period [5th. Class]

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Danger Shop, Fifth Period. The dojo was back.

Faith wasn't getting into any fight with muscular guys that day. It had been fun, but don't push it. She looked pretty serious and professional for once, and maybe a little smug- she was always a little smug, but this time there was something else going on. But, until the class started, she just stood there, hands on her hips as she watched the students arrive one by one. Or two by two, or three  by three, you get the point. Each and everyone got their respective glance, but besides that, silence. It was a funny excercise that, imposing silence on the "classroom" until she decided to start; when you don't talk, you end up thinking about the stuff you try to cover with noise, whether you like it or not. It also built character, maybe. Probably.

( Four classes already )

[Waaaaaaaaait for the OCD it's ooooooon]

All-Sexuality Support Group: A Classroom, Thursday After Workshops

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Please don't ask what Gabrielle had threatened Emmett with that had him acting fairly subdued; it had nothing at all to do with her pulling rank as an Amazon princess.

Nothing at all.

Whatever she'd done, it had evidently taken a lot out of their prep time, because there wasn't much to the setup today besides the A/V equipment at the front of the room, an assortment of snacks and drinks, and Gabrielle gripping a flagpole white-knuckled in one hand as she kept an eye on Emmett.

"It's still summer, so we're still taking it easy," she told them, "so it's movie time again. We're considering the possibility of a field trip or two, though and we're open to recommendations or suggestions you might have. We have a lot of locations to pick from between everybody's worlds."

When everyone was settled in suitably, she popped the DVD into the player and hit play on Robert/Roberta. Anything that was a musical sounded like fun, and the main character was . . . oddly fascinating.

[OOC: hazlehurstmiss gave me permission to mod at will. I exercised amazing self-restraint. OCD achieved; do as you will]

Logical Fallacies, Thursday, Period 3

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"We're switching things up on your syllabus today," Cindy said as soon as the bell rang. "Rather than waiting until next week, we're jumping right to ad hominem attacks. Mostly because they're so common; they're one of my favorite fallacies."

Sitting on the edge of her desk, Cindy explained, ( Ad hominem means to the man )

[OCD up]