Sex And Candy, Wednesday, Second Period

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Unlike last week, there was no trip to the Danger Shop, no fairy tale garden, and no forbidden candy awaiting the students. In fact, all that was waiting for them when they arrived in their classroom was a smiling Cindy and several stacks of paper to be handed out to them by her TAs if they were there.

Okay, there were also a few boxes of pastries and a carafe of coffee on the front of Cindy's desk. She might have been waiting to see if anyone went for a cup or a doughnut after last week's class.

The lecture began as soon as the bell rang; they had a lot of ground to cover today. "Today, we'll be talking a lot about what fairy tales are, as well as what distinguishes them from other types of stories. Mankind--and other species presumably--have been telling stories since we discovered language and even possibly before that, so there are a lot of different kinds of stories out there. Understanding what I mean when I say 'fairy tale' will really help you get a handle on the class."

On now began the great passing out of handouts. ( This was why she had TAs, yes. )

"So, today, I've brought an assortment of stories along with me. You may work alone or in pairs, going through the stories and deciding what category it belongs to. Also..." she smiled at them, "anyone interested can feel free to have some pastries or coffee, if they'd like."

[OCD up!]

Library, Wednesday (5/18)

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She could keep herself as busy as she liked, exploring Alexandria and working on her scrolls, but beneath it all there had been (as had been the case for the past several weeks) an underlying sense of worry about what was going on in Panem. In the morning, Gabrielle dealt with it by reshelving all the returns and straightening out the shelves in the stacks to a near-obsessive level of detail.

When Professor Skywalker's message reached her phone around lunchtime, she hurried off to his office without stopping to think twice about it; the books would be all right without her for a little while.

By the time she returned to finish her shift, she was much more subdued, and opted to sit at the desk with her parchment and quill, scribbling away purposefully. She'd promised to tell a story, and tell it right; she'd better get started.

Surf's Up, Wednesday, Period 3

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Summer had set up the Danger Shop once more, to resemble a beach and surf much like those of Ancient Egypt.

"I thought I'd change it up a little, since the island decided to fit us with new surroundings. I thought it would be easier to experience that in here, instead of trying our hand out there and startling the ancient Egyptians."

That might have been quite a sight.

"Today, I thought we could get back in the water and get used to the boards. I'll show you some basic techniques to balance on the boards and you can practice that for as long or as little as you like. And, as always, if you have any questions, I'm here to answer them."

[Wait for OCD's up.]