Outdoor Activities, Week 1, Monday 1

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The students in Outdoor Activities should have gotten an handwavey e-mail or other handwavey notification if they couldn't read or receive e-mail the day before asking them to dress for the weather and movement, and to meet at the edge of the preserve behind the dorms.

When they arrived, they would find Mr. Rogers waiting for them, dressed in a t-shirt and track pants, looking bright and cheerful. He also had a whistle. The students were going to learn to hate that whistle. "Good morning!" he said. "I'm Steve Rogers, and I'll be your instructor this term in 'Outdoor Activities.' We're going to get our fitness levels up--" well, not Steve's; this sort of thing was like a stroll in the park for him "--and hopefully have some fun along the way. Today we're going to start with a warm-up run, followed by some exercises, then an activity, and then some more exercises before a cool-down jog back to the dorm. Does that sound like fun? Good," he said without waiting for an answer. His whistle peeped and he barked, "Fall in!" and ran off at a pace a teenager in reasonable fitness should be able to keep up with into the woods.

Library, Monday

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William had meant to attend the picnic, or at the very least seek out a common room yesterday, but he'd gotten distracted by a project and the next thing he knew, it was Monday morning and time for his library shift.

Of course, the nice thing about working in a library was it was very conducive to projects that involved research, and so if anyone needed William, they could find him at the circulations desk, nose buried in an issue of Extreme Upgrade.

Destiny & Free Will, Week I [Monday, Period 2]

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Ghanima was already in the classroom as the students assembled, leaning against her desk as they filed past her. Holding a steaming mug of spiced coffee in her hands, she subjected each person to an apparently disinterested inspection from her glowing blue-on-blue eyes.

Not even another Truthsayer would have been able to tell what she was thinking.

The moment the bell rang, her eyes snapped from the door to the children seated around the room. "Good afternoon," she said in a clear voice that carried effortlessly. "This is Destiny and Free Will. If you are in the wrong class, please consider this your opportunity to leave. Although if you are here and believe in fate, then you are where you are supposed to be, no matter what it says on your schedule."

"I am Lady Ghanima Atreides of Arrakis. You may address me as Miss Atreides, Lady Ghanima, Miss Ghanima, or some variation thereof. For those of you whom I have had in class before," she smiled suddenly, looking far less severe. "Welcome back."

"This class is designed to look at the differing opinions on predestination and freewill from a variety of religious, temporal, and philosophical schools of thought," she continued. "Regardless of any personal experiences you may have had on this topic, I expect everyone to maintain a respectful and open mind towards the subject matter and your classmates. Mocking destiny is a dangerous pastime, and not one I will permit during class hours. What you do on your own time, however, is your business."

"There is no syllabus, because to have one would tell you when a class is fated to fall. Or perhaps it is free choice which allows me to not have one." Ghanima's smile was decidedly impish. "For now, I'd like us to discuss as a group if you believe in destiny, free will, or neither, and why."

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Cupcake War Crimes, Week 1 (Tuesday, Period 1)

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The Home Ec room was set up to look -- like a Home Ec classroom, if one with a very single-minded purpose: every station was set up with stand mixers and a generous supply of cupcake trays and cup liners, plus frostings and sprinkles and all kinds of cake-decorating paraphernalia. The teachers . . . didn’t look like the type of teachers you’d expect to see standing at the front of the room. Well, anywhere outside of Fandom, anyway.

( Cupcakes are serious business, mmmmkay. )

[OOC: ETA -- argh, I knew I forgot an OCD thread, so feel free to mingle all you want in the introductions thread. Sorry, guys. Really off my game this week.]