Art of Adaptation [Monday, Period Six]

[doubleohblonde]

When the class arrived at the Danger Shop, it was set up to look like a small cinema.

"Good afternoon, class," Bond greeted the students. "Before we get to your final, I would just like to take a moment to express what a pleasure it has been teaching you these past few months."

"Sometimes, no amount of adaptability can help you escape a situation," he said. "However, it can help you endure an inescapable one. Such as this. I'm afraid you've been captured by a scientist with designs on world domination and very few experimental ethics. He has shot you into space, leaving you on a satellite orbiting the Earth. Now that you are up here, you are expected to take part in psychological experiments, namely watching some of the very worst movies ever to have been filmed in the hopes it will destroy your free will. Due to a design flaw in the atmospheric system, you cannot leave the theatre while the movie is playing without risking explosive decompression."

Bond looked around the room. "Today's task is to find some way to survive to the end of the film with your sense of self intact." An alarm started blaring. "And now, I believe we have movie sign."

[ooc: wait for ocd up]

[Class Roster & Syllabus|Class Rules]

The Mathmatics of Quantum Neutrino Fields; Tuesday, Period 4 [ 08/17 ].

[ivejustinvented.livejournal.com]

Today was Farnsworth's favorite class ever. The last class! He had consulted his syllabus for the class that he thought this was, and, since he thought this was that class, he was going with it. The class room was filled once more with a lot of random junk with the fullest moddable capacity.

"Your final assignment," he said, reveling in that word, final. So beautiful. "Is to show me that you're not all completely inept wastes of oxygen and space and make something pretty and useful with this junk. I don't really case what it is, but we'll just make the pretense that I do, so you can go ahead and explain what it is you made, too. I'm pretty sure it will be completely and utterly useless."

He stood in front of the class for a moment longer, looking at them all expectantly.

"Don't beat down the door or anything. Go on, go on. I'll get out of the way, right oveer here, in this comfortable chair in the darkened corner which is not at all perfect for napping."

[[ slow OCD is on the way up! ]]

[[ Previous Classes ]]

Gym 102, Tuesday - 8/17

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

It was the last day of class, so what better way to celebrate this than with horribly humiliating sports?

Just be glad he never got it in his head about uniforms, people. They'd be green and tacky and possibly involve crab shaped masks. Yeah. Thanks for that one, Kyle.

"It's your last day here, so we're gonna do something fun." Fun-ish. For Guy. "The staple of gym class, dodgeball."

It was a thing now.

"So, try not to have too much fun before break. And for christ's sake, actually give it an effort."

He's looking at you, Reyes.

Library, Tuesday, 8/17

[one-who-goes.livejournal.com]

Henry arrived at the library in a foul mood. He'd gotten back into town the night before and found out he couldn't sleep through the racket the singing bugs were making in his apartment. Then he got to work and found a cheerful, polite message from Rinoa indicating she had gone out of town herself, which meant he had to make his own coffee and sort his own mail. From the looks of things, it had been a couple days since anybody bothered.

He grumbled as he set to work. Really, wasn't the fruitless week he'd just spent in the hospital enough punishment?

Applied Dadaism, Tuesday, period 2

[superartie]

The students were handwavily notified to meet at the beach for today's class, and were met there by Artie, standing proud and posed in his red and blue striped vintage swimsuit in front of the water.

"Welcome, my little vikings! Today is our last class." He gave an exaggeratedly despondent look at that -- when Artie looked emo, he looked emo. "I would like to teach you all an old tradition I learned from a dear old friend, a farewell to summer, a protest of the return of drudgey, bescabbed, not-summer existence. Today we beat up the ocean!"

And he let out a warrior's bellow and ran headlong, knees high into the surf, where he proceeded to start punching and kicking at waves.

"Take that, foul disturber! I'll bet you ride a Schwinn!" A wave smacked him in the face. "Oh ho, in a fiesty mood today! We'll show you, Schwinn rider!

"Vikings! Attack!"

[ooc: and ocean-smacking OCD is on its way. up! I totally didn't almost forget to edit this ooc note, I swear. . . .]

Study Hall, Tuesday

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Summer had the usual assortment of moddable snack and drinks set out on the table.

It was the last study hall of the summer session and Summer was looking forward to the break week. She helped herself to some coffee and settled in with a book.

She'd be more than happy to help anyone if they needed it.

[OCD free.]

Leadership for Social Change - Period 7

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Dr. Horrible arrived in the classroom with a sheaf of papers and started passing them out once the students were in the classroom. "Okay, people, today's your final exam. I'll warn you now that I don't want you to parrot back what you've learned this session. I want you to think like a leader. Good luck, and if you're going to cheat, don't get caught!"

( Final Exam )

[Argh, forgot it was Tuesday, sorry! OCD coming.]

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

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They were in what looked like a restaurant kitchen today and the Doctor was standing there, looking too pleased with himself for this to mean good things. "There's nothing a final will teach you that couldn't be learned in a kitchen. Working under pressure, creativity, teamwork, timing, adaptability and, yes, even making impossible decisions. You have one hour to make a three course meal for the ambassador from Shantella Prime, that judge from Masterchef with the glasses and me. It's up to you to work together to decide on a menu, use the ingredients from the pantry, figure out how to use the cooking equipment and deliver something edible. Will you cook? Will you cut? Will you take orders from others or be someone who listens and follows orders? Will you sit this one out and expect everyone else to solve the problem?" He looked at his watch. "You'd best be getting started."