Around the World in 15 Weeks [Monday, Period Three]

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Bond's class had received notice to meet in the Danger Shop, which was currently set up as a classroom with a large map of the world dominating one wall. Once the class had finished arriving, Bond began to speak. "Good morning, class, and welcome to Around the World in Fifteen Weeks. For those of you who are new or who haven't taken one of my classes before, I'm Professor Bond." He nodded in Kyle's direction if he was there. "Mr Reese is my TA, and more than capable of handling any problems you don't feel comfortable approaching me with."

"Now to talk briefly about the class, as the name suggests, each week we'll be using Danger Shop simulations to look at various cultures, touching on both their pasts and their presents."

He paused briefly. "One thing I would like you to keep in mind, even though classes will be held here, is that when people from two or more cultures interact, misunderstandings and incidents can happen regardless of how hard either side tries to avoid it. These incidents can also very quickly spiral out of control." Especially when your reasons for being in a country involved intelligence work. "And, to pick a random example, very few cultures take kindly to a foreign national blowing up one of their embassies, even if they didn't actually intend to when they entered it." Not that he'd know anything about that.

"But more on that next week, as this week we'll be focusing on introductions." Bond pointed to a random student. "Name, class, where you're from, and one place on Earth you would like to visit before you die."

[ooc: wait for ocd up!]

[Class Roster|Class Rules]

Spaceships 101- 1st period- Week #1

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Jaina had sent a handwavy e-mail to the students in her class directing them to meet in the flight shed. She'd even been considerate enough to attach directions to the flight shed, with the new kids in mind. Or maybe she just didn't like people being late, it was hard to tell with her.

( talky class is talky )

Unconventional Tactics, Tuesday, Period 2

[raspberryturk]

Today, Reno hadn't set up any big, dramatic Danger Shop scenario that was intended to scare the pants off of the other students. Nope. Today, the Danger Shop was set up to look like a nice, normal classroom.

Full of wee, teeny, fluffy little bunnies. Please don't sit on them. They're too cute to die.

( Yo! )

[Wait for the OCD or the bunnies will eat you! OCD is up! Roster and syllabus are here!]

The Mathmatics of Quantum Neutrino Fields; Tuesday, Period 4 [ 08/31 ].

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Oh, joy. Another class of braindead idiot children to teach.

True, probably half of last semester's class were probably geniuses. That didn't matter. You had to be old and crotchety to earn that kind of intellectual respect. Farnsworth was fairly certain that this group was significantly lower in brainpower, just as they were lower in numbers. Not that he'd complain about that first part. At this rate, mathematically, next semester will be the semester he'd been hoping for, without a single soul in it.

With a wistful sigh, standing in front of the class room, that thought put a rare, happy smile on Farnsworth's face until he remembered where he was and instantly frowned again. Those impossibly youthful faces starting up at him, and he couldn't wait now to break them. Under his arm, he held an impressively large binder stuffed with papers, and, as he dropped it on the front desk with a loud whomp, he narrowed his eyes in distaste from behind his thick glasses. Which, of course, meant no one could probably even see the glare because they were so thick.

"This," he announced with the appropriate amount of surliness, "is the Mathematics of Quantum Neutrino Fields. In this class, I will teach you all about how you're all idiots, because the concepts we will be discussing are so expansive and important that it'll be far too much for your puny, developing minds to grasp and only emphasize the fact that you're doomed to a life of mediocrity and common stupidity."

Yes, it was the same speech as last time.

No, Farnsworth had no idea. He couldn't remember what he had for breakfast yesterday, much less what he had said in class last semester. It was all just an astonishing coincidink.

He flipped the binder open to the first page and gave the class what could have been a smile. It could have also have just been gas.

"Let's get started, shall we?"

( Welcome to your new favorite class EVAR!! )

"...which is how Lady Gaga came to exist and why George W. Bush really got elected into office. Now." Farnsworth's arthritic hands pulled out a huge stack of papers; he all but disappeared behind them, even after they whumped onto the desk. "Your homework for this week. If you've been paying attention, it should be no trouble at all. There are some basic formulas to help you solve some equations. Only twenty pages, should be a breeze! And I also expect all of you to have square the circle by next week; it's very important. Come on up and get your packet, and you're free to go for the day. If you have any questions or concerns, I'm sure you'll try to tell me about them, but please don't, because I don't care and you'll just be wasting your breath, which probably smells like halitosis, puberty, and dirty lies."

[[ OCD is on its way up. Unfortunately. ]]

Is A Cigar Just A Cigar, Tuesday, Period 3

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On the chalkboard behind Cindy were several images: a flag, a dove, and a circle with several lines inside of it. Cindy leaned against her desk, sipping coffee and taking note of who looked at the images with comprehension and who did not.

( Lecture! )

"Since this is our first week and there are several unfamiliar faces in the room, we're going to start with introductions. Give me your name, class, where you're from, and a symbol from your culture. For a bit of early extra credit, you can tell me a symbol you saw on your way to class today." Cindy pointed at a random student. "You can go first."

[Pause for OCD is up! Have at!]

Library, Tuesday

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa was still working on Roaring Hills. She was normally a much faster reader than this, but with all the excitement lately -- break week! Squall's birthday! new students! heading home, then back again in as many days! -- she hadn't had time to herself. Not great big pockets of time, where you could pull out a book and fall into it. More stolen moments here and there, which were fine for frivolous books or short stories, but Gothic epics, you'd just settle into them once you were pulled out again.

Today, Rinoa was going to curl up at the aide's desk and read. Unless anyone needed her, naturally. Other book-lovers were free to interrupt her at will.

So You Say You Want a Revolution: Week 1, Period 3

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Aly was enjoying being back in a classroom, perching on her desk and watching the students make their way into the class. She smiled at the students who had that shiny patina of being brand new to Fandom and nodded to Ino if she was there as a student she'd known before. Once everyone was close to seated, she stood up, leaning back against the desk.

"Good morning. I'm going to admit straight off that I might be a little rusty with this whole teaching thing. It's been a little while," she gave a little smirking smile that said you could take her seriously at your own risk. "I'm Alianne of Pirate's Swoop. You all can call me Aly, duani is acceptable if you're uncomfortable with just a nickname, but the first person who calls me Miss Aly gets me unhappy."

"This class is 'So You Say You Want a Revolution.' If you're not interested in revolutions, pretend because you already missed the class on Canada. During the term, we're going to talk about why formenting revolution can be a good thing. We're going to discuss what revolutions can be used for, how they can be put together, and why a failed revolution can be just as effective." She gazed at all of them with a slight smile. "And yeah, I hate theory so practicalities will be covered. Demolitions, weaponry, organisation, magic - or not, tactics." She grinned. "And my favourite, intelligence."

"Ten years ago, I helped organise a rebellion that put my Queen in power and have served as her Spymaster ever since - when I wasn't teaching here, of course. Almost everything I'm going to be teaching you is what I learned during the rebellion and in the years since. And if I didn't learn it there, it's something that was useful to me at the time." She paused for a moment before adding. "In spying, your brain is almost everything - half of spying is half mental which I've said many, many times before. A single person can't put together an effective revolution. But a single person can destroy one. And a destroyed rebellion feeds only the ravens and Stormwings. It's a dangerous game. And one you have to commit to fully if you're going to succeed."

"Today I'm going to be traditional - for once - and get to know all of you. I'd also like to hear what you think about revolutions and rebellions. When are they appropriate, what would it take to rebel against the current power structure of your home country, society, or even this school." She smiled mischievously. "I'm looking for a TA or two too so if you're interested, let me know."