Competitive Cooking - Wednesday, Period 3 [8/18]

[absolutesnark]

"Hey, everyone," Piper greeted as students started to arrive. "Welcome to the final class. And you survived."

As did the kitchen and all the appliances. Piper was pretty proud of that fact.

"Since this feels a bit celebratory, your assignment today is to pair up and bake a cake. Any kind you want. It can even be for any occasion. All I ask is that you have fun with it," she continued. "And if you need me or any of the TAs, we're around."

She grinned, adding, "Good luck!"

Library [8-18]

[imonscholarship.livejournal.com]

The heat was making Dan more tired than usual, and found himself either drifting off to sleep or daydreaming whenever he got the chance. This did not make for a productive day at work. Somehow he didn't think anybody would mind.

Beaching It [Week 7, Period 5, Wed. 8/18]

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

The day was forecast as warm and sunny and so the class met on the real beach again. John was waiting for them with tables of filled water pistols and water rifles as well as a couple buckets of filled water balloons. Yeah, it was pretty obvious what class was going to be about today, but John was fine with this as he waited, tossing his water rifle between his hands.

"So, last class is usually some sort of wrap it up, see what you've learned or whatever real teachers do. I'm not much of a teacher, but I was thinking we'd do something a little more fun and active on our final day." He charged up his water rifle and shot a stream directly at his TA. Yeah, he was kind of an ass. Before she could kick his ass, he directed the class in their activity, "Grab a gun, grab some balloons, or go chill down on a towel if you fear such things. No matter what, I'm betting some people are gonna get wet today!"

Contact Sports: Building Character (And Possibly...), Danger Shop, 6th Period [8/18]

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The Danger Shop was set up like a park today . . . a very specifically sports-geared park, granted, and this was why nobody let Anders do landscape design. Near the Danger Shop's entrance was a fully-equipped locker room facility, because he was considerate like that. To one side was the baseball diamond, a pitching machine set up on the mound; a carefully-enclosed area made for a pretty snazzy roller-hockey rink on the other side. Between the two was the area where Anders (in his favorite, well-worn Caprica Buccaneers authentic licensed team jersey) was standing, at the center of a triangular court with panels set up at the corners and along the perimeter. He had a small black ball, about the size of a grapefruit or a miniature soccer ball, in one hand and was tossing it up and down, bouncing it off the pavement of the court or, occasionally, off one of the panels with some fancy jump-and-spin move.

"Man. Where'd the term go, huh?" he asked jovially as everyone assembled. "Looks like this is our final week. Never did get to cover Parrises Squares with you guys; couldn't frakkin' dig up any actual details on the damn thing. Sorry 'bout that. But since it's the final week, we might as well do something finals-ish. So here's the deal."

Anders gestured with the ball toward the other setups in the park. "Take swings at five pitches at the diamond, then run the basepaths once. Take five shots, more if you're feeling the groove, on goal on the hockey rink. Then everybody over here to the Pyramid court for a quick scrimmage and we're done." He crossed his arms, still palming the ball in one hand, and glanced around seriously. "Safety gear's set up at each station. Use it. Don't make me have to bust out the detention-hammer, y'got it, guys?"

He was about to tell everybody to go play ball when he realized what he'd forgotten, and grinned sheepishly. "Right, right. Pyramid. Lemme explain that one real quick." Which he did, including game footage played on the baseball diamond's scoreboard, concluding with an enthusiastic, "Favorite sport ever, man. Okay, get to it."

At the end of the period, just before dismissing everyone, Anders called them all to the center of the Pyramid court again. "Y'know, this whole class has been about practical uses for skills you pick up in sports. And maybe some of you used 'em a couple weeks ago. But that's not the only thing. It's not just about that, y'know? You can just play because it's fun. It's . . ."

He fell silent briefly, trying to come up with the words, then smiled, a distant expression in his eyes as he began to speak again in words that came with surprising ease. Almost as if he was remembering, somehow. "The perfect throw. Making the perfect catch, the perfect step, lock . . . perfection. That's what it's about. It's about those moments when you -- when you can feel the perfection of creation. The beauty of physics, the wonder of mathematics, you know? The elation -- action and reaction. And that's the kind of perfection I wanna be connected to."

Anders seemed to snap out of it after he trailed off, and shook his head. "Anyway. You've been a fantastic class, guys. Enjoy your break, all right?"

[OOC: The OCD. It has been achieved. Waiting is no longer required.]

Heroes v Villains | Period 1 | Wednesday | August 18

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

"So, it's the last class," Loki said, greeting the students once they'd assembled, "and you've all made it back here after some rough times. Good. I don't really have a final prepared because it's kind of hard to make one up for a class like this. That said, I hope you guys learned something. Even if your opinions didn't change, I hope you can consider other viewpoints now."

Even without a final, he wasn't just going to let them go without doing anything. "Here's what I want you guys to do for the last class. Remember that definition of heroes and villains we did first class? We're doing it again. This time, I want you to write it down and turn it in. That's it. A definition of a hero and a definition of a villain. Once you're done, you can go."

Carpe Diem: Making Your Lives Extraordinary, Period 4, Class 7

[carpe_demon]

"Last class, kiddies," Drake said. "Gather 'round, because I'm going to tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a little boy who was half-human, half-demon. He got picked on by all the other demons because he was a half-breed, so he vowed to be the biggest baddest demon he could and make them all respect him. Now this demon had a BFF, we'll call him Drake, who told him, 'Buddy, this isn't right, this isn't you, this isn't who you really want to be. You're just going to make yourself miserable trying to please people who aren't worth it.' But the demon said 'Grrr argh' and went about his evil business and was generally miserable and unpleasant. That is, until he met a pretty little witch and fell in love and realized Drake was right, as he always was, and that he was only being all demony to impress the other demons, not because that was what he really wanted. So he gave up being evil, embraced his human soul, and they...well, they didn't entirely live happily ever after because his former boss kept coming after him and eventually possessed him and then he died and came back and went a little crazy and died again but not really. But that's not the point...well, maybe partially the point because even while he was 'dead' he was watching over his witchy love and sent his BFF to make sure that said witchy love didn't give up on love and that her witchy sister who totally doesn't teach here didn't lose her love, either, and then the BFF cheated and let the witches know just who was watching out for them and maybe they should reach out and help him and then they'll live happily ever after.

"But I digress. So what is the point? The point is, be true to yourself. You know who you are -- though sometimes you may have to search for that -- better than anyone else. You're going to get pressure from your family, your friends, your employers, everyone around you. You're going to tangle with duty and destiny and things that scare the crap out of you. You're going to struggle with a need to be accepted and to fit in. But trust yourself. Trust your heart. You know what you want and what you need better than anyone else ever will. Don't wait until it's too late to do what you want to do. You're all capable of great things, even those of you who aren't magic or mutants or from another planet. And you'll all be pushing up daisies one day, so don't waste any time to make your mark. Carpe diem, seize the day, and make your lives extraordinary. As a very wise man once said, 'Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting "Holy Shit, what a ride!"'"

Drake fluttered a hand at his throat. "I'm a little verklempt. Talk amongst yourselves."

Teevee for Beginners, Wednesday

[chosehumanity]

"We are nearing the end of our time together," Mitchell started. He was seated on the back of his own couch, lounging in his own way, and still looking fairly relaxed and happy. "So you'll all have to kiss each other off and say goodbye for good. At least 'till you run into each other on the stairs when you head back home from class."

He gestured to the TV, which was now set up in the middle of the room. "We started off this class trying to teach you a few things about television as a medium, but also just... something to watch. So I'd like you to tell me - have you found yourself watching at all during this course? Did you have fun, or was it boring? Do you have a favourite program? Was it what you expected? What did you look for in a program to begin with? Would you recommend it to anyone else? Who were your favorite characters, that sort of thing. Or did you not like it at all, and have you played the avoidance game?" He paused. "And then I'll judge you all ruthlessly. Better start cowering behind your sofas."

He grinned. "Then as a final treat," he finished, "I've got one last thing to show you, so don't run out. I'm sure all the alcohol and teenage flirtation can hold for another twenty minutes."

Sing Like a Pirate [Thursday, August 19]

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"I've been reminded"--repeatedly, because there were those in the front office who weren't sure about Jack's ability to retain information, "that today is our last class together, wenches, mateys, and possible eunuchs." He climbed up the mainsail mast and grinned down at the students. "So we'll end with one of the most traditional of songs--What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor?"

He waggled his eyebrows. "Not that I have ever overindulged."

That was a lie. A huge, huge lie.

"Everyone together now!" he said, leading them in:

( song. )

"If I see you at the bar, I'll buy you a round," he promised at the end of class.

That was also a lie.