Tuesday: Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse

[shotbillmurray.livejournal.com]

Today the classroom was divided into two areas.

In one area there was a tranquil zen garden. With pillows. A fountain. A little sandpit with rocks and a a wooden rake to smooth or make marks in the sand. And several boxes of Twinkies.

On the other side of the room was a minivan. And some crowbars.

( So I'm guessing most of you had a bad weekend... )

Bringing Literature To Life--Through Violence! [Tuesday, Second Period]

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Today class was in the Danger Shop. “Welcome to Troy,” Max grinned as the students arrived. Unlike Cindy, he didn’t bring coffee or pastries. Though, to be fair, there wasn’t anywhere to put them. Class was set in a large field of tents. They spread out to the left and right almost as far as the eye could see. Behind everyone was a rocky beach with ships anchored off of it.

And in front of them was a massively-walled city. It almost seemed to radiate an aura of defiance.

( ”Welcome )

Max nodded to a staircase at the back of the roof they were on. “Your assignment today is to explore the city. Grab a partner from class and wander the streets. While no one can get hurt, you might be chased if you’re spotted by the wrong people, so be cautious.”

Ethics [Tuesday, September 13, 2011]

[sith_happened]

"Hello, class," Anakin said. "Welcome back to this, the second day after my granddaughter's wedding... I trust that by being in class, you have recovered from the weekend and are no longer praying for death or amnesia, and will be able to participate fully in this discussion."

He went to the board and scrawled: "Utilitarianism: it is the greatest happiness of the greatest number that is the measure of right and wrong," then turned to face his students. "Do you think this is true? If what gives the majority pleasure is watching Christians getting eaten by lions, or a four-day-marathon of Fear Factor, does that make it right? What will protect the rights of the individual--who in this example might be a Christian who enjoys PBS--or do those really matter?"

Library, Tuesday

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa had not even wanted to get out of bed today. After her stupid, ridiculous fight with Squall, and yes, she knew she was being stupid, and no, that didn't help anything, she had gone back to her room for a good, long cry. Feeling guilty, feeling like she had betrayed him, feeling like he had betrayed her, feeling like this was all Seifer's fault somehow.

The fact that this was all irrational and ridiculous somehow only made everything worse. That couldn't change the fact that the fight had been ugly, or that she had no idea where things stood, now, or where she even wanted them to.

The library was open, and the librarian's aide was going to be hiding in the shelves as much as possible.

Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles | Wednesday | Period 1

[charming_thief]

Today in class, the students were fortunate enough to have a fully-human, fully-clothed teacher. Sure, that teacher was one who had spent the weekend sobbing into an empty bottle of Bordeaux, but that was neither here nor there.

“Today,” said Neal, “we’re going to do a couple of workshops.”

The room was set up with three main tables, with various pieces of equipment in buckets on each one. Yes, the class was a bit small to do workshops like this, but that was what he was doing and that was that.

“I’ve set up three main stations for you all, and each one focuses on a different manual task that’s pretty much essential in this field. I’m not saying you have to be experts at it, especially if you want to move to the more white-collar stuff, but you’ve got to know the basics. So here we have lock-picking, pickpocketing, and forgery.” He pointed to each table as he spoke, then shrugged.

“Any questions?” 

The Art (s) of War and Peace / Wednesday / Period 2

[atreideslioness]

It was once again Wednesday, but this time Ghanima had a weetiny baby tightly swaddled and bound to her back. The child, for its part, did not seem to mind, and Ghanima did not seem to be giving it a second thought.

Shunsui, on the other hand, seemed to be a little less invested in the fact that they were in a classroom and more invested in the baby strapped to his fellow teacher's back. The students might find themselves as amused as the weetiny baby at all the faces he was making at her, trying to get her to giggle behind Ghanima's back.

"'There is no instance of a country having benefited from prolonged warfare,'" she announced once everyone was seated. "So speaks Sun Tzu in the second Pi'en. In it, he speaks of provisioning an army, and managing your resources."

"Again," Shunsui offered, between finger waggles at the tiny one, "we're still working from the file of Things My Lieutenant Does ♥."

"Your poor lieutenant deserves a raise and a very nice gift," Ghanima replied, not bothering to hide her smile. She knew perfectly well what he was doing. "Shunsui, did you want to take a turn holding her?"

Cute little baby that wasn't even remotely his. Shunsui offered out his hands. "If only to help relieve you of the burden, Ghani-chan &hearts."

Relieve her of the burden. Yep. That was totally it and it had nothing to do with it being so much easier to make faces at the baby and make her giggle. Really!

"You are going to spoil my neice for other men, and she's not even a week old," she sighed. "But today, we should look at it from non-combat viewpoints," Ghanima said, unwrapping the baby sling and handing her over to Shunsui before turning back to the class. "If you're conducting a business merger, you should approach it the same as any other battle. Prolonged negotiations are something to avoid at all costs, since you usually end up losing something the longer you are engaged. As a member of the ruling Royal Family, I cannot think of a single instance where anyone's fortunes were improved through a lengthy process, be it trade agreements, warfare, treaties, or even waiting to cook dinner."

"Romantic relationships are the same way; as much fun as the chase can be, a prolonged pursuit of your target increases the chance of them slipping away," she teased, eyes flashing with amusement. "How can you apply the suggestions made in the second Pi'en to these two situations?"

"I, however," Shunsui offered, with a grin of his own, "may have to disagree with my beautiful coteacher on this one, though perhaps she had not had the pleasure of the prolonged pursuit of a particularly challenging romantic interest ♥. Sometimes, it is not the destination that is the fun, but the journey; when one spends a great deal of time on a battlefield like that, it makes the victory all the better ♥. And should they slip away, well...there is always another battle to pursue ♥. I should also note that this maintaining the battlefield of love is yet another thing to file in Things My Lieutenant Does ♥." Because, yeah, Nanao-chan was having none of that, but that didn't seem to bother Shunsui much. It was all part of her charm, really.

"So, yes," Shunsui waved his hand a little, ready to let the class get to work so he could stop doing his job and play with the baby. "Let's discuss, as Ghani-chan said ♥. After all, bringing a quick end to war is a good way to start peace ♥."


[OOC: OCD up!]