Pop Culture 101 | Friday | Period 2

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John hadn't been in a Fandom classroom in what felt like forever so excuse him for looking a little giddy and a lot energetic as the students filed in. He was pacing at the front of the classroom, occasionally looking like he was talking to someone who wasn't there, all way shooting the occasional boyish grin at the class. When everyone had assembled, John jumped right in.

"What's up, guys? I'm John Crichton and this is Pop Culture 101. If you're in the wrong class, you can slink out now and I'll pretend not to notice. Hopefully you're in the right class though. So, let's get started, shall we? I used to be a student here so I know people come from all different sorts of worlds, dimensions, and cultures so I know that popular culture differs from place to place. Some places are stacked with pop culture, like the US, and some places aren't. The intention of this class is to teach both those who are from here and those that aren't about the popular culture of this world. And let me tell you, it's freaking vast."

He spread his arms in an attempt to try and illustrate that but knew it didn't even come close. He was just feeling silly.

"From movies to television to music to books to fads to scandals to anything and everything in between, pop culture in this world is never stagnant. It's ever changing and we'll be studying the way it's changed from several years in the past to now. We'll be looking at different media to see how it's evolved from then to now. We'll be watching both television and movies, listening to music, using the internet, reading books, and listening to Hollywood gossip because that is the epicenter of pop culture, it seems. Today though, we'll take it easy and just get to know each other. Yes, it's another class of introductions because I don't know any of you and that makes me feel so frelling old. So, let's go with name, age, birthplace and what you think of this."

John hit play on the television, bringing up the legendary music video for Vanilla Ice's Ice Ice Baby and gestured at the students to begin.

Library, Friday [1/7]

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Ah, books. Wesley had missed being around this many books. He had also missed organizing things. The phone on the desk kept ringing, too, which was weird and annoying, but he ignored it in favor of organizing some books. And occasionally answering the phone, but whenever he did, he got the sense that the calls were not meant for the library, so. Organizing.

Dealing With Idiots | Friday | Period 4 (Session 1)

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At the front of the decidedly ordinary classroom stood two men in Regency clothing - if one stretched the definition of man quite a bit for the shorter one. "Good morning; this is Dealing With Idiots class. If you're not meant to be here, you've just failed today's first test of whether you're intelligent enough to take it; get out." Which of course required a sigh and grabbing someone by the collar. "Not you, Baldrick. For once."

Edmund pointed to the small, scruffy, and thoroughly smellable man whose collar he was somewhat gingerly holding. "This is Baldrick, your object lesson. The good news is that he won't be here for every class. The other good news is that I will; my name is Edmund Blackadder. You can call me Mister Blackadder or sir to my face, call me anything you like behind my back, as long as I don't hear about it. Baldrick, what happens if I hear about it?"

Baldrick paused as if trying to recall it from his very small store of available memory, then his face brightened. "You punch me in the kidney?"

"Not always; sometimes I punch you in the face." Edmund released Baldrick's collar and wiped his hand fastidiously on the front of his frock coat. "I'm given to understand that the school has some ridiculous 21st Century rules about teachers meting out physical violence to students, but rest assured I'll find something equally unpleasant to do to you, possibly involving doing Baldrick's laundry by hand."

"...Laundry?"

"It's when you wash your clothes. Not actually a 21st Century concept, just one you've been incapable of grasping for the last thirty-five years." Edmund turned his attention back to the class to add, "With those preliminaries out of the way, let's get on to you. Everybody who isn't an imbecile has to suffer them; I suffer more than most, so I'm uniquely qualified to teach you how to do so -- but there's no point in it if you're not worth the effort, so today is about winnowing the wheat from the--"

"Turnips!"

"......Fine, let's go with that."

[OCD is up - have at it!]