Tuesday: Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse - Period 3 - Class 1

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When the students entered the dangershop today, they would see that it had been turned into a deserted sports arena, complete with a track encircling a football field.

Well it wasn’t completely deserted. First there was the teacher who was standing in front of his students looking somewhat less awkward than he had over the summer.

Also? There was a zombified rugby team standing behind him. They were all frozen much as if someone had hit a pause button in the middle of a horror movie while they went out o get a bucket of popcorn.

( But we'll get to them later... )

[Please note that this is a class about zombies. If you are squeamish or don't like violence this might not be the post to be reading. OCD is coming.]

Ethics [Tuesday, August 30, 2011, 1st period]

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"Good morning," Anakin said, sweeping into the classroom where the students had been assigned seats. "I'm Anakin Skywalker and this is Ethics. If you're in the wrong place, now's the time to get up and flee."

If you were in the right place, it wasn't bad advice either, depending on Anakin's mood. He paced in front of their desks as he spoke, Jedi robe swirling behind him. "Most classes this week focus on introductions, but there are a few familiar faces in the classroom already and I'll figure out the rest of you as we go along. Fandom, as you might have realized already, is a multi-dimensional nexus where beings from many different places and times come together." He made sure to look each student in the eyes as he spoke. "As such, what you may feel to be moral and immoral might be completely different than the person sitting next to you. I encourage discussion, even heated discussion, but it must be phrased in a constructive way. Responses like 'yes, but that's dumb,' 'yes, but you're dumb', or punching someone are not constructive."

He'd done all of those before, but this wasn't about the ethics of the Ethics teacher.

"I have no problem at all sending you to detention if you irritate me," he concluded. "Now, the unpleasant administrative things out of the way, let's start with our first ethical scenario: If you had to choose between killing one person in order to save five others, or doing nothing even though you know that doing nothing means that those five people would die before your eyes, what would you do? And what do you think would be the right thing to do?"

His eyes slid to Katniss assuming she was there. "We touch on unpleasant subjects in this class, some of which might not be all that hypothetical to your life's experience," he added. "If you prefer not to discuss a particular scenario, just let me know by shaking your head and I'll skip you until the next week."

Anakin clasped his hands together. "Now, let's begin."

Library, Tuesday

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During her shift at the library today, Rinoa was going to have an eye out for any possible lost newbies. She was fully prepared to help people look up new topics about their new location, century, or classmates. Librarians(' aides) were helpful like that.

(open, ocd-free)

Tricks, Cons, & Bamboozles | Wednesday (8/31) | Period 1

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There was a Perky Goth sitting cross-legged on the desk, eating a black licorice whip and watching people come in. There was also a fluffy gray Russian Blue sitting next to her, wearing a jaunty fedora. Somehow. If you looked closely, you'd notice that he was also wearing a tracking anklet.

"So," Kenzi said, when it seemed like most everyone was there. "I'm already sick of introductions, and it's only Wednesday. The last time this class was taught, the teacher didn't make us do them then, either." She reached out to scratch behind Mr. Caffrey's ears.

"So I'm going to take a page from his book, and say: lie like a rug. Like a rug squished flat under a 200-metric-tonne weight. Convince us you're someone you are completely not. And we'll try to trip you up by asking questions."

"OR. You can tell us how you'd pull off the greatest con or theft in history, using just yourself, a cat, and possibly a rubberband."

"Go!"