Wednesday: Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse - Period One

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When the class entered the Dangershop today, they'd find that classroom had been transformed into a bowling alley.

And yes. There were zombies. In bowling shirts.

There was also Columbus who had not even realized that something strange had happened all weekend because he was too busy playing WOW working on a holographic guest teacher.

( And this is Tallahassee... )

[OCD is up!]

Sex And Candy, Wednesday, Second Period

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"So, one of the problems of fairy tales is that they are sometimes contradictory in the messages they try to teach," Cindy said, as students filed into the Danger Shop, set up to look like a vast forest with a single path winding through the middle. "Some of them try to tell you that so long as you follow the rules and work hard, everything will be okay. Others make a point of life's unfairness, where people even decent people get the short end of the stick and children die for getting dirty. While most of them stress how important it is to be kind to those you meet, no matter how lowly or common they appear to be, some show how easily kindness can be repaid by cruelty. Sure, most of those usually end with the bad guys getting their comeuppance, but most of those endings seem tacked on at the last minute. It's the suffering that gets most of the attention."

Of course, part of that could be blamed on sheer human nature and what people found most interesting to hear about, but that was a lecture for a different day.

"So, today, we're going to experiment with the arbitrary nature of fairy tales," Cindy continued, and please ignore that little grin she can't quite get rid of. "Your job is to deliver this basket--" and with the click of a button, there were a stack of picnic baskets by her feet "--through the woods to Grandmother's house. Stay on the path and don't forget--" She clicked another button and stopped biting back the grin. "--Your little red hood."

[Many thanks to furnaceface for helping me iron out the OCD!]

Library, Wednesday (6/8)

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Gabrielle had told Anakin she'd take it easy today, and she was; she kept to the desk, mostly, only getting up to shelve when it was absolutely necessary, though she'd leave the stuff on the higher shelves to someone else.

Behind the desk, she had her foot propped up on a chair and her scrolls spread out in front of her; there was writing to catch up on, since she'd been . . . incapacitated for most of her trip home. If she could get Katniss's story worked out to her satisfaction soon, there just might be a way for her to do something really interesting with it.

Something really interesting indeed.