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

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"Raise your hand and give an exasperated look if you've ever been on the receiving end of unwanted amorous attention." The Doctor raised his hand, gave an exasperated look and then raised the other hand. "There is no greater escape than from the clutches of someone who thinks they're in love with you. Or lust. Sometimes they can't tell the difference. Sometimes it doesn't matter. In the spirit of yesterday, and no I don't want to talk about it, and the upcoming Valentine's Day...thing," he said, looking as if the words themselves tasted bad, "you're going to put your skills to the test."

He walked down the centre of the group to separate them. "You," he said to the group on his left once he turned around. "Are in love with them. One of them, some of them, all of them. You can work it out and surprise each other. Those to my right are not in love with these amorous sorts. Left group, start using your powers of persuasion to tell the intended target of your love how much you care about them. Keep it clean, please. I've spent enough time with Jack Harkness to have had my fill of below the belt comments. Right group, time to use your powers of persuasion to tell this lot to kindly get lost. Cara? No weapons, no touching. The same goes for the rest of you. Fifteen minutes, then switch sides so you have to deal with being annoyed and being the annoyer. Then we're going to sit here and eat because fending off the advances of unwanted attention is tiring."

There was a table full of food for everyone after the exercise. Of course, it was also a good place to retreat from the group if you'd had enough of the exercise after five minutes.

Dealing With Idiots | Friday | Period 4 (Session 6)

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Whether his students chose to ascribe the warily pleased look on Edmund Blackadder's face to Baldrick's absence, the black rose pinned jauntily to his lapel, or the fact that there was once again a television at the front of the room, it was undeniable that he was in what passed for a good mood.

"Today we move on to the second sort of fool," he said. "The idiot you don't have to deal with directly. Now on the face of it, you're probably saying to yourself, Edmund, that sounds wonderful, only you're using your own name in place of mine. If you're using my name, get out, because I've checked the roster and none of you are named Edmund, so you're either dim or creepy.

Now, as I was saying - it sounds wonderful, but the truth of the matter is, you still have to deal with their idiocy, and unlike Baldrick, you can't reach them to smack them around the ears. They may not be living in your homes, but they're everywhere you look: overpaid, overhyped, overexposed and overblown. The public figure: royalty, politicians, ninety percent of novelists, and, of course--" He made a face as if there were some smells that even a rose in one's lapel couldn't overpower. "--actors."

"Your century has managed to add a new twist: dimwits who don't even have those minor claims to the world's attention, followed hour upon hour around their homes, neighborhoods, or workplaces, perhaps in a game of who do the judges hate least, perhaps for no other reason than the entertainment value of shoving a bunch of weirdos into a house together and watching them get plastered and fornicate in the hot tub."

He pointed to the television. "Actually, there is a certain entertainment value in that, which is why we're going to be watching Real Housewives of Silver Spring Spend The Weekend At The Jersey Shore In The Big Brother House today. Feel free to shout insults, but don't throw anything at the screen that's hard enough to break it. Despite what Baldrick chooses to believe, no one's actually inside there, and I'd have to pay the equipment fee."

So saying, he lowered the lights and found himself a seat near the back of the room, propping his feet on the desk in front of him to enjoy the stupidity with the rest of the class.

How to Be a Really Famous Actor (And Other Acting Tips), Friday, Period 1

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"Today was going to be an interactive class on stunts where you'd be jumping off platforms onto crash pads, doing backflips, and other things like that," Lucas said. "But you all have a dance tonight, so none of you want to do anything to hurt yourselves because you think high school romance isn't just going to leave you evil and depressed. Fair enough, no probs there. It's your mistake, I'm not going to take away from it."

"So instead, we're going to watch an instant classic. It's not only an intense medical drama where a young doctor must save the men who kidnapped girlfriend thanks to his Hippocratic oath, but he then has to hunt that guy down and fight him to the death. It's called 'Action Doctor' and yes, there are plenty of explosions and scenes where people jump away from explosions in slow motion. And yes, it stars me."

"So go ahead, watch me be awesome on screen, and as you're watching, pick a stunt you really like and write a paragraph essay about what made it so great."

Pop Culture 101 | Friday | Period 2

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"So, there's a dance today, right?" John asked, arms crossed while he leaned against the desk at the front of the room. "And it's probably on your mind more than any class is because I know you've gotta get back to your rooms and get your pretty on so I'm gonna give you a break today. Today, we're covering Hollywood scandals. Now, if you're in Hollywood, there's almost a one hundred percent chance that you're gonna be involved in a scandal in some way. It's just a fact. There's too much allure, too much temptation and you've gotta be pretty freaking strong to resist everything."

John didn't think he was that strong but he also wasn't in Hollywood so he was scandal free. "So, today, we're gonna watch a movie about one of those scandals, this one taking place in the world of music. It's fairly accurate and the music is kick ass. Enjoy your movie day, kids."

With that, John got the movie going.

Library [02/11]

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Today in the library, Wesley was not reading, for once. In fact, he spent most of the morning tapping his foot and staring into space, because clearly that was a productive thing to do. Then, when it occured to him that if he spent all day like that he would be far too tired to dance later on, he got up and organized the magazine rack. For two and a half hours.

He was maybe a little bit excited for this evening. What gave it away?

Great, It's Friday Again, Why Did I Start This Stupid Fucking Club, Why Do You Show Up, Go Die

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George couldn't muster up much hate today, so apathy club was going to be more apathetic than hate-filled. Somehow, the other members of the club would have to find it in their hearts to forgive her.

If they could be bothered to care in the first place.

"I dunno," George said. "There's that stupid dance tonight. Everybody's so thrilled about it. Who cares."

George was going, to the dance. She'd even bought herself a ticket.

"Everybody's probably doing their haaaaaaair and maaaaaaake-up and making sure their lame dresses look nice."

Her dress was green.

"Whatever," she said. "Fuck the dance."

And, as an afterthought, "Whoever ... bought me flowers? Uh. Thank you? I think?"