Inventing for Dummies; Sixth Period, Thursday [ 07/22 ].

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Just like last time, there were four clearly marked boxes in front of the classroom today, and Farnsworth stood there as if waiting for more people well after the four students had already shown up. Then he seemed to come back abruptly from whatever random trip his mind had gone on, frowned to see people he was supposed to teach there, and sighed. Better get on with it...

"Some may say," he said, "that necessity is the mother of all invention. And that's crap! If you get right down to it, it's laziness. Laziness is the reason people bother making things. We like things that make our lives easier, like remote controls and the latest iPhad, adult size diapers and baby cages. So your assignment for today is to take your box of stuff and invent something that makes life easier."

He pushed one of the boxes forward a little, and then pointed to a recliner chair in the corner. "I'll be over there, if you need me. Taking a nap. Because that makes my life easier."

And probably theirs, too, really...


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Sing Like a Pirate [Thursday, July 22]

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"It's shaping up to be a real scorcher today," Jack said happily as the students climbed aboard the Red Lobster, "which makes it excellent for tanning. Once we get moving, the salty sea air will be very refreshing. Unless, of course, that salt gets into any wounds you've received through pulling on the ropes too hard. Such is the life of a sailor. Also, sometimes you drown or get shot."

Thank you, Jack. "Today, to make you feel cooler, I will share with you a song I learned from a pirate from Saskatoon," he told them. "Everyone grab a rope and sing along!"

He paused. "Oh, it helps if you know the lyrics," he remembered. "Listen carefully, ruffians!"

( Sing along, me hearties! )

Library, Thursday

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It was an oddly calm and centered Anemone at work in the library today, as she cast longing glances outside at the sky.

TheEND had been happy and whole. He still loved her. They had gotten to dance again, and take other people with them, and that had meant more than Anemone could possibly have imagined.

Today was spent alternating between climbing atop the tallest bookcases to dust, and looking longingly at the surfing magazines. Anemone's yearning for heights had been stirred up, and it wasn't going to be satisfied until she was skimming the waves.

Self Defense and Kickassery for Dummies; Thursday Fouth Period [3rd. Class]

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Today, the dojo didn't look like a dojo. Well, maybe because it wasn't a dojo anymore; advantages of teaching in a place with awesome technological resources, Faith could dictate her little attempts of classes anywhere she wanted. And hey, she still wanted to make a class outside in the field. Nothing like the fresh air of an ending day to get everyone in the mood. But, later.

Students entering the Danger Shop would find their teacher going over a new, more complicated Kata she hadn't showed them, and honestly, it was a sight to behold for a minute; Faith made it look as easy as walking, and she was probably doing it better than the demonstration video she hadn't just yet showed them. A single look at each entering student would suffice to tell from her intentions. Get to warm up or wait until the class starts.

( Action! )

[Wait for the OCD plz is uuuuuuuuuuup !]

Battlefield Tactics, Thursday

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"Millenia ago, about one point five thousand Greeks took on an army of 300,000 at a place called Thermopylae," Kerrigan began. "It's one of the most famous battles of this planet's history, although you'll probably hear it trumphed up to be three hundred against 800,000, or whatever other figure people have pulled out of their asses that day."

She stood in front of a large pass, nearly unending cliff faces sticking far out into the sky on either side of her. "They'd started with a significantly bigger force, at about seven thousand, but it was obvious they were fucked either way. Holding the pass meant the rest of their army had time to retreat, and try more fruitful battles. In the end, they beat the guys back at Salamis, but not before pretty much everyone in the pass got killed."

She twisted a smile at the students gathered. "I get there's not three hundred of you, let alone one point five thousand," she said, "But sometimes you have to know how to keep the doors shut. This time, your enemies won't be armed with guns, just spears and swords and arrows, all that old shit. Safeties are on, but if you get 'mortally wounded', the Danger Shop is going to give you a red glow so you know you have to depart."

With that, she turned. "Find a good partner," she said, dryly, "You'll live longer."

Great Trials in History, Class #3, Period 5 (7-22)

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"Last week," Alex began, "we talked about two very different trials that hinged on the same issue: recanting your life's work when your life itself may hang in the balance. This week, we're going to take a look at two individuals who tried another option entirely -- talking your way out of it."

( Clever Answers: Thomas More and Joan of Arc )

Arching 101, Thursday, Period Seven

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"Now, most of you don't really have a history with henchmen," 24 said, standing in front of the room. "It's not your fault; it's like what we talked about last week. Once the mask comes off and the costume is put away, we look like everyone else. Your neighbors may be henchpeople, or your distant cousin, or that kid you went to school with and shoved into lockers everyday, thus forcing him to quit school and get his GED, which meant no one wanted to hire him which was why he ended up becoming a henchman in the first place, just trying to get some damn benefits--!"

"Easy, my friend. Take it easy," 21 soothed. "Deep breaths, okay, dude? Deep breaths."

Turning away from 24, 21 continued to address the class. "So, since you probably aren't aware of the double-lives of anyone you do know who might be a hench...person, we've decided to show you a little bit of the inner life of a henchperson. It's glamorized, as Hollywood is wont to be, but this will help you get a better idea of what it's like to be part of an organization such as ours."

He pressed a button, and the screen came down, playing the opening credits of Good Ol' Boys. "Hey!" 21 protested. "This wasn't the movie I had in mind! I wanted the one about the adolescent karate-chopping turtles!"

[Movie class because I am apparently made of fail. For the second week in a row. Ye gods, why?!? OCD up in a second]