Home Economics 1, Fourth Period 1/5

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People who hadn't had classes with Mr. Rogers before might be surprised to find that their home ec teacher was a tall, broad-shouldered guy who looked like he'd just stepped out of a military recruitment poster. Or, you know, not. Steve waited until everyone was present to begin his spiel.

( Cut for Spiel. )

Extreme Physical Education | Wednesday | Period 1

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Today's class was the only one that wouldn't take place in the Danger Shop so hopefully the students enjoyed their one week of relaxation. The next several months would be intense but fun, hopefully.

"Good morning," he said, smiling at the assembled class. "I'm Constable Benton Fraser and this is Extreme Physical Education. I hope you're all in the right class. The aim of this particular class is to allow students to get exercise outside the normal parameters of a physical education class. To do this, we'll be utilizing the Danger Shop quite often to take you to more demanding and intense environments and letting you experience different sports that you can't typically experience on our island. For this class, please wear comfortable clothes and be prepared to work hard. The activities are going to be physically demanding but exhilarating. Just to give you a brief taste, we'll be covering kayaking, hiking, rock climbing, dogsledding, sandboarding and many others. Along with getting exercise, this class should expose some of you to sports that you may have never heard of before. Perhaps this will lead to new hobbies for some of you."

Again, Fraser hoped that would be true.

"Today though, we're going to do introductions just so I can learn more about you and you can learn more about me. We're a small class and I hope this helps us all get to know each other a little better so we can help each other out during some of our future lessons. So, please tell me your name, your age, and the most extreme sport you've ever competed in. My name is Benton Fraser and I'm quite older than all of you. The most extreme sport I've ever competed in wasn't competitive. A few years back, my partner, Ray Kowalski and I, set off to find the Hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea using only one dog and a sled. Conditions were frigid and unforgiving but the journey was spectacular."

He smiled, clearly nostalgic for a few moments. Then, he leaned against the desk and nodded at the class.

"Now, it's your turn. Go ahead."

Library, Wednesday [1/5]

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It was good to be back in the library today, even if it was a new shift day for her, and even if the quiet was a sharp contrast from everything that had characterized her break. Luckily, after class yesterday Gabrielle had gone right back up to her room and slept the rest of the day and night, so -- in between that and the coffee -- she wasn't in terrible danger of falling asleep on the job.

She was a little too preoccupied in attempting to research this "Green Dragon," Ming T'ien, to fall asleep anyhow; what information she could find didn't seem to match up to what she knew personally.

Gabrielle, carefully guarding a wrapped rectangular parcel on the desk beside her, was used to that by now.

What NOT To Do In A Fight / Period III / Week I (Atreides/Deadpool)

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Class was meeting - for today - in a standard classroom, instead of the Danger Shop as one might expect.

Deadpool had called dibs on the desk, using it to sit on like he was a politician in a commercial. One of the classy commercials that has the American flag waving in the background and a positive message. Not the ones where you say your opponent kicks babies into rabid puppies.

Because that was just wrong, man.

"Hi kids, I’m Deadpool. You might remember me from the radio. Or the bus. Or that time I thought I was Wolverine and ran around with no arms. That sucked, just so you guys know. Sucked hardcore. Animation changes are hell on you, ya hear me?"

"What my esteemed co-teacher is trying to say is that you also may recognize him as the vice-principal," Ghanima put in dryly. "As he wears many hats, in a metaphorical sense. He really only wears one costume."

No, Wade, that was not an invitation to wear funny hats to work.

"And I am Lady Ghanima Atreides, your other teacher. Some of you have taken my classes previously, but you may call me Lady Ghanima, Miss Ghanima, or Miss Atreides, whatever you are most comfortable with."

( Deadpool was totally gonna wear an awesome hat just to spite you, Ghanima. )

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The Science of Psionics, Wednesday

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The classroom they found before them was stark, and probably not unfamiliar to anyone who had taken Kerrigan's classes previously. The woman herself stood at the front of the class, arms crossed, waiting impassively until everyone had entered and the door had been closed.

"Frost," was the first thing she said, "You're my teaching assistant this term."

A beat.

Then: ( 'As for the rest of you...' )

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Ethics Class [Thursday, January 6, 1st period]

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Anakin stalked through the classroom doorway precisely on time, his cloak swooping overdramatically in his wake. "I am Master Anakin Skywalker," he said as his eyes made contact with every student in the room, "and this is Ethics. Most teachers are spending this week making introductions. I do things slightly differently."

He began passing out a short story. "There's a very famous story on this world of the lady or the tiger. For those of you not from here, the short version is that there was a fictional king with his own sense of justice: instead of a court system, he had an arena with two doors. Behind one door was a beautiful woman, handpicked by the king. Behind the other was a tiger. If you chose the tiger, you were eaten and declared guilty. If you chose the lady, you were considered innocent and immediately married to the lady. The king didn't care about your previous marital status or sexual orientation, apparently."

He leaned back against his desk, though the posture of his back showed that he wasn't very comfortable with the idea of relaxing. "One day the king discovered that his daughter had been having an affair with someone far below her station, so the man was arrested and tossed into the arena. Now the princess knew which door had what behind it, and her lover looked up to her for advice. She had two choices: watch her love die, or watch him marry another woman. The story ends with the princess telling him which door to open, but leaves us hanging as to what waited behind it."

Anakin smiled. "Your task today is two-fold. First, pair up with a classmate--pick someone you haven't met yet--and decide what the princess did. Then tell me what you would have done in the princess's place."

He glanced around the room. "And I am looking for a teacher's aid or two if any of you are interested."