Applied Dadaism, Tuesday, period 2

[superartie]

Artie was seated on thin air at a folding card table when the students arrived. Once they all were gathered, he gestured for them to sit down at any of the tables set up (which thankfully, had plenty of chairs and chair-like objects to choose from).

"Welcome back, my little viikings! It is another pipe day for some fun and games!"

Each table held a fairly impressive pile of cards. Artie picked up a handful from his. "Today, we will play poker! But not just any poker, oh no. Any hand can win, as long as you can tell us why. Remember to use your brains! Do you have a four of diamonds? Well, maybe those diamonds are the source of the King's secret weakness! It's up to you!

"Homework!" Artie adopted a very goofy looking stern look, then brightened back up. "Pick one day this week. You will spend that day being silly, in everything you do. Perhaps spend the whole day speaking through a sock puppet. Perhaps challenge a cabbage to a foot race. Make people ask you what you are doing! Make them think you are weird. Don't tell them; just let them wonder! Next week, you will tell us about your day of silliness!"

[ooc: And away we go!]

Art of Adaptation [Monday, Period Six]

[doubleohblonde]

Bond had informed his class that they were meeting inside today.

"Good afternoon," he began once the class had assembled. "Knowing a language other than your own can be an invaluable tool in adapting to a tricky situation, know one fluently enough and you can come off as a citizen of a country that language is spoken in. Alternatively you can downplay your knowledge and gain information because people think you can't understand them, and that's just the beginning."

"However too little knowledge can be a dangerous thing. Especially when it comes to things like idiom and informal language. To prove my point we will be watching a Space Battles 3: Backstroke of the West, I would like you to all pay close attention to the subtitles and how they correspond to the actual spoken dialogue."


[ooc: wait for ocd up]

[Class Roster & Syllabus|Class Rules]

The Mathematics of Quantum Neutrino Fields; Tuesday, Period 4 [ 07/13 ].

[ivejustinvented.livejournal.com]

The crate, labeled with a black "Fragile" stamp and a "This Way Up" with an arrow that was clearly upside down, had arrived that morning, just in time for class, and so now it sat on Farnsworth's desk at the head of the class, looming ominously.

( Dark Matter )

"So, I want each and every one of you to take a moment to come up here and see what I mean about the weight of a thousand suns thing. You're to come up here and have a good look at this dark matter that was just excreted from this creature's bowels and try to pick it up. And then we're going to think about this for a minute. This dark matter came from the butt of a small, cross-eyed creature that smells faintly of wet dog. This irrefutably proves one thing about dark matter. What is it? We will have a discussion," the Professor gave a visceral shudder, "and, for next week, I'd like you to formulate a ten page research paper on this topic. You start us off. You look like you might have some real gems."


[[ please to be waiting for the OCD is now officially compensating for missing space! ]]

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Leadership For Social Change - Class 2 - Period 7

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When the students arrived, they found the classroom set up like a high school auditorium. A big banner declared "Welcome, Henchpeople!" Tables lined the edge of the auditorium with signs announcing the companies represented. Lexcorp, Primatech, Umbrella Corp., Wolfram and Hart, Prescott Pharmaceuticals, Microsoft and others all appear to have a presence here.

"What up, leaders?" Dr. Horrible asked the class. Today he wore a white lab coat and white gloves. "Today we're going to discuss recruiting. You may think you can hire any old thug off the street to do your bidding. While it is true that cash will entice many to follow you, those that are motivated strictly by cash are easily lured from your side at times of pressure. Hire a union henchperson and you'll pay more, yes, but you get your money's worth.

"I want you to practice your henchperson recruiting speech. Tell them what you have to offer. Benefits and pensions are a good start but try to be creative. And as you listen to your fellow students, try to think of what a henchperson would be looking for and feel free to ask questions."

[OCD coming up. Work's likely to be crazy for me today, but please tag off each other if you feel like it!]

Study Hall, Tuesday [7/13]

[takesaftermom.livejournal.com]

It was Tuesday, which meant Summer could be found manning study hall for the day. She set out coffee, tea and assorted moddable snacks, in case anyone who came happened to be hungry.

Armed with a cup of coffee, Summer settled in with her latest book.

[OCD's a go.]

Library, Tuesday!

[angelo_wings]

It was Rinoa's first shift at the library because the mun got sick last week and she was so excited about it. She forgot to ask what you were supposed to bring. You weren't supposed to bring anything to the library, were you? If you were working there and not just hiding out in the stacks for a few hours?

Rinoa was going to sit behind the circulation desk and try to look busy and efficient. This might last all of ten minutes before she tore off in search of new books.

Gym 102, Tuesday

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

After one decidedly weird ass dream while resting his eyes in his office featuring Ted Kord, Guy was just a bit out of it for class. A bit. He wasn't Booster, after all.

"Today we're gonna be doin' archery," Guy informed the class distractedly. "Rules are simple: aim only at the target. You point the bow and arrow anywhere else and your ass will be in detention for the rest of the summer. Got it?"

And if there was no organized detention, he'd run his own. Probably involving running laps a lot.

Practical Crisis Problem Solving - Danger Shop, Tuesday, Period 3 (11am-12pm)

[worsethanaunts.livejournal.com]

Oh look. They were back in the holographic version of the park. There was no real reason for it today, other than the Doctor liking the park quite a lot.

"Hello! Sky's blue again this week." The Doctor had his arms spread out like he wanted a hug, but for now he resisted the urge to actually impose a hug on anybody. "No Atraxi threatening to roast us like a Sunday dinner from their ships above. In fact," he noted, glancing around rather suspiciously of their surroundings, "everything seems perfectly normal. Except it's not. That's what 'seems' means as opposed to 'is' and usually, even if you don't always notice it, there's something going on right under your noses.

( Oh, by the way... )