Adventures, Capers and Escapes - Danger Shop, Thursday, Period 3

[wrongkindofsith]

There was a noticeable lack of Doctor at the front of the class today.

Instead, Cara stood in the middle of the Danger Shop with a number of empty wooden tubs at her feet. ( Which was always a good sign... )

[ooc: ocd up!]

Pop Culture 101 | Friday | Period 2

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Class was back in session in the Danger Shop and John was back at the front of the room, waiting for the students to file in. The word HIPSTERS was written on the chalkboard and underlined a few times for effect.

"Hipsters," he started, grinning easily, "are young, recently settled urban middle class adults and older teenagers with interests in non-mainstream fashion and culture, particularly indie rock, independent film, offbeats magazines, and quirky websites. In the simplest of terms, it's a term given to teenagers and young adults who just don't care. They listen to a specific type of music, watch movies that the average person would find boring and might think they're better than everyone even if they don't cop to being better than everyone. It's a subculture of this time period just like stoners, hippies, nerds, and the like. It's a niche group of people who have had their subculture seemingly start booming recently. No idea why. The music is just whining and melodrama that I'd rather avoid."

John was so not a hipster, obviously. He did reach for a piece of paper that he'd tucked into his back pocket. "To give you a quote to sum hipsters up: 'Hipsters are the friends who sneer when you cop to liking Coldplay. They're the people who wear t-shirts silk-screened with quotes from movies you've never heard of and the only ones in America who still think Pabst Blue Ribbon is a good beer. They sport cowboy hats and berets and think Kanye West stole their sunglasses. Everything about them is exactingly constructed to give off the vibe that they just don't care.'"

The piece of paper got tossed onto the desk and John leaned back against. "So, there you have it. It's a subculture and one of the more popular ones right now. You yourself might be a hipster or you might know them. Today's activity is easy. I've set you guys up in a sweet shopping mall and I've handed out worksheets on hipsters. Your job is to hit the shopping mall and find an outfit, a movie and a piece of music that you think would peg you as a hipster. That's it. Have fun and don't get lost in the mall."

With that, John got the sim going and set the class loose.

Library [01/20]

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There was organizing to be done, so Wesley was doing it. And he was definitely not reading a book about how to talk to girls. Nope. Not even a little bit.

Club Fair - Gym - Friday

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For a second time since he'd been at this school, Blackagar somehow managed to stumble upon the club fair as it was being set up. Had he been more genre savvy, he might have made a comment about it.

But that was not the case, so he was just going to take a seat and enjoy watching people and their clubs.

And, oh look! A club schedule!

[[Please wait for the OCD is up!]]

Dealing With Idiots | Friday | Period 4 (Session 3)

[prof_of_cunning]

"Someday, there will be a Baldrick-free class; I'm not just stringing you along," Edmund said once the room was as full as he expected it to get. "Today, however, is not that that day."

It was, however, a slightly more pleasant-scented day as long as one didn't walk too near the scruffy little bugger, because thanks to several weeks of hotel television, Edmund had discovered the wonders of Glade Plug-Ins. One would think he'd hold the television itself at the top of the 21st Century's pinnacle of wonders, but... he lived with Baldrick. Self-dispersing room deodorizer vs. the ability to record astronomically overpaid actors faffing about with mood lighting and background music and watch it over and over? No contest. Which was why Baldrick was standing next to his desk holding one of the former in his hands, attached to an extension cord.

"Last week we began by identifying a particular class of numbskull," Edmund began, then wrinkled his nose and took one more step away from Baldrick, who was thoughtfully providing the realistic whiff of fertilizer that the people at SC Johnson had left out of the Orchard Breeze scent. "Keeping with that theme, today we'll explore two of the basic methods of surviving their presence: ( insults and threats )

[OOC: OCD up, post open, Robert Drake, if you run naked through my class again, I'll fill you so full of lead they could sharpen your head and call you a pencil.]