Extreme Physical Education | Wednesday | Period 1

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When the students filed into class this morning, they'd noticed a lot of cold weather gear lining the walls and several sleds stacked up next to Fraser. Fraser himself was grinning like a loon so it was clear that this class was going to be one of his personal favorites.

"Good morning," he greeted. "Today, we're going to be partaking in dog sledding. Dog sledding basically is riding in a sled that is pulled by one or more sled dogs over ice and snow. So, it's a cold weather sport and requires endurance, stamina, and a keen eye to both pay attention to your surroundings and your dogs. In dog sledding, Siberian Huskies and Alaskan malamutes are the most common type of dog used because of their willpower to work. These are animals though and you have to care for them just as you would a normal pet. These guys are oftentimes your only companionship while you're out sledding and treating them badly means you're going to run into a dangerous situation later. Care for your dogs and love them."

Yes, someone felt strongly about that. With that said, Fraser then went through the process of how to harness the dogs and hook them up to the sleds. He went through it a few times just to make sure everyone got the hang of it. Next, he went through a few commands on how to handle the sled dogs and how to handle the sled.

"Now, we're going to go dog sledding," he said and started up the simulation. Finally, the packs of gorgeous Siberian Huskies appeared, waiting for the students. "Please get into your cold weather gear, find a group of dogs and harness them to your sled before you head off into the Canadian wilderness. Have fun, be safe, and stay warm!"

Library, Wednesday [3/30/11]

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Waking up was never Gabrielle's favorite prospect, but for some reason totally unrelated to any wishful thinking on her player's part, really, or for that matter shenanigans on LJ's part it had been extra hard to drag herself out of bed this morning.

It meant that the mug of coffee within reach (but carefully placed where it was out of danger of being knocked over, because parchment was expensive) wasn't likely to stay empty for more than a couple of minutes at a time today, and for that matter, that idleness was not in the coffee maker's immediate future.

Then again, some of the metaphors she came up with while half-asleep were . . . effectively picturesque, if way over the top.

The Science of Psionics, Wednesday

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"An old friend of mine used to be quite concerned with issues of morality and ethics," Kerrigan began. She had no more sentimental feelings towards Harriet Jones, but the woman was an easy memory to use convincingly. "Personally, I've never quite had the time to stop and think about it."

A lift of her eyebrows that invited taking that as a joke. It... wasn't. At least not nowadays.

"We've touched on this before, of course," she drawled, "But this friend died some time after I left the island, so for sentimentality's sake I'm throwing a stick into this henhouse."

Most likely, the topic wouldn't bring her any interesting intel on these kids, but it might leak something. No matter. Kerrigan was quickly losing her interest in this island as it stood. "Telekinesis, telepathy, all the other forms of this power of the mind we've been talking about, all of it comes with an opportunity for abuse. And yet, on the other side of it - telepaths from my universe had no choice. They couldn't stay out of your head if they wanted to. So was it abusive for them to use their powers?"

Her mouth was a thin line. Almost a smile, if you looked at it wrong.

"Do we - or they, if you're not one of us - have a responsibility to keep ourselves in check? I'm not talking about just my home now. Should we hole ourselves up and wrap ourselves in bubble wrap and come with warning labels?" She snorted. "Or do we exercise the power we've been given and well, pity the poor fools, but it's not our fault they didn't come equipped with the skills to keep us out...? Do our powers make us some special category of people that needs laws pasted all over them, or can we say fuck them, you've got ears and you use them, too, no matter how inconvenient it is to me?"

She glanced over the class. "And can anyone on the outside make demands of us one way or the other? They weren't born with these powers, after all. What do they know? Can they make any accurate judgement about what we're supposed to do? Hm?"

She might have had her opinions.

She waved a hand at the class. "Talk," she said. "Just this once, there are no wrong answers."

Ahahah. There were totally wrong answers.

COMBINED CLASS: Ethics and Science of Sexuality [March 31, 2011, 1st period]

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A visibly annoyed Anakin was at the front of the classroom of both normal students and those in the Science of Sexuality, who'd been handwavily, yay! asked to arrive as well, trying not to catch Holmes or Watson's eyes. The droid in his arms was wailing loudly. Really, this was far too irritating. And not his fault.

...somehow.

"I'm not certain if it's spread to all of your assignments yet," he said, "but I went into my office and was greeted by a closet full of droids that won't stop crying. We are trying to teach you all lessons about the responsibility of children who don't disappear after a weekend, ones who can't talk to you and tell you what they need, but we aren't trying to drive the entire dormitory around the bend. Please return the droids to me and I will figure out where their programming has gone faulty. I'm sure the island is to blame for this somehow."

Because Anakin didn't get programming wrong, okay? Ever. And so he was just a little oversensitive about this going south. Or a lot sensitive.

"Tell us what you've learned over the last few days," he concluded. "Ethics students in particular: was this a good way to learn the consequences of lust?"