Aesthetics of Badassery [Monday, Period One]

[doubleohblonde]

The class may have noticed that it was a touch chilly when they entered the Danger Shop this morning. Well, more than, given they seemed to be in some kind of wood and concrete building with very little other than ice as far as the eye could see, not that they could see much in the gathering gloom. Luckily there was a selection of cold weather gear in easy reach.

Once they'd all rugged up and were somewhat more comfortable, Bond began. "Part of being badass is having the ability to keep your head about you, especially in difficult conditions, such as an isolated research station right at the start of winter when storm interference has knocked out radio communications," he explained. "Which begs the question of what you're going to do to occupy yourselves until you can contact civilisation again.

"Oh, and there's an aggressive alien running around capable of perfectly mimicking you both on a biological and behavioural level that may have already replaced at least one of your classmates, and someone's sabotaged all your vehicles. Just thought I should mention that."

[ooc: wait for ocd up]

[Class Roster|Class Rules]

Ethics Class [Tuesdday, November 1, 2011, 1st period]

[sith_happened]

Anakin leaned against his desk at the front of the classroom. "According to many modern liberals," he began, "moral obligations can arise in only two ways: First, there are universal duties that we owe to every being, like the duty to avoid harming people unnecessarily. Second, there are voluntary obligations that we acquire by consent, as when we agree to help someone or promise to be faithful to our partners and friends. According to many modern liberals, there are no other types of moral obligation."

He began pacing between the desks. "Critics of liberalism disagree. They say there is a third type of moral obligation that is neither universal nor voluntary. We can be morally obligated to a particular community even though we haven’t assumed the obligation voluntarily. Obligations of membership and loyalty can arise from shared identities, communities, and traditions—because we’re someone’s son or daughter, someone’s friend, a member of a particular community, or a citizen of a particular country or planet. The Jedi Order in my time worried about such obligations and how they might affect our Order's larger mission to provide justice to the galaxy at large without prejudice, so those who were trained as Jedi were removed from their family and homeworlds as soon as possible--often as infants or toddlers."

He waved a hand, looking slightly embarrassed. "But that was just one solution. Who do you think is right--the liberals who only see two obligations, or their critics?"

How to survive the Zombie Apocalypse

[shotbillmurray.livejournal.com]

When the students entered the danger shop today they'd see that it had been transformed into a computer lab.

With zombies. Using Facebook. And Columbus in front of the classroom wearing a bandage on his hand.

"Hello class. My name is Mark Zuckerberg and I'll be your substitute teacher for today," Columbus said with a grouchy scowl. "I don't know why I'm here to teach you about zombies but quite frankly I think it's bullshit. Your assignment today is to use facebook to talk about how lame this class is while the rest of my attention is back at the offices of Facebook, where my colleagues and I are doing things that no one in this room are intellectually or creatively capable of doing."

...

"Also don't get used to the interface because I'm changing it in ten minutes. Also Google Plus sucks. Don't use it."

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

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Hopefully none of her students had eaten themselves into a candy-coma last night. Mostly because Cindy had no intention of stopping or taking it easy on anyone if they had. "Morning," she said breezily. "So, today's class, we're going to discuss the question of what makes us human. In Richard Connell's short story, The Most Dangerous Game, our protagonist, Rainsford begins the story by explaining to his friend Whitney about the two types of people in the world, the hunters and the huntees. And later, General Zaroff says that animals have nothing other than their legs and their instincts; the true difference between mankind and animals is the ability to reason. Then, of course, Zaroff proceeds to turn Rainsford into nothing more than a particularly dangerous animal and hunt him across the island."

Cindy handed out copies of the short story and then returned to her desk, perching on the edge and looking out at them. "Zaroff finds Rainsford easily that first night--does that mean he is more a human than Rainsford, since he is able to out-fox and out-reason his prey? Does being turned into a huntee somehow lessen Rainsford? This story makes us question just what being a human means--is humanity so simple to encapsulate, as both Rainsford and Zaroff do? Or is there something more to being a human being than the ability to reason. Would you consider either Zaroff or Rainsford to be human--neither of them wince away from killing other living creatures as a game, the only difference is the kind of game they're willing hunt. Is that what it means to be human? Do their actions, including the wanton destruction of life, exclude them from humanity? Or is it a dangerous game to start putting limitations on humanity at all? Let's form groups and discuss the nature of what humanity really is."

Library, Tuesday

[angelo_wings]

Okay, okay, okay, Rinoa's alarm didn't go off. So once she actually woke up, um, a little maybe more than a little later than she meant to, she ran to the library and opened it up a little maybe more than a little late. But she was here and that was what was important, right? Because it was, and she was, and she was here, and she was going to look very busy in case Belle noticed she hadn't been here promptly on time or anything oops.

(open / ocd free / i forgot it was tuesday / who does that?)

What was the School Board thinking blah blah blah

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

When the students entered the dangershop they would find that the shop had been transformed into a mad scientist's lab. Complete with Jamie duplicates. In lab coats again.

"Welcome back students," Jamie said his hair looking... almost normal. Definitely a few shades darker than normal and closely cropped to his head. "Today we are going to answer one of the most difficult questions asked throughout time..."

He paused for dramatic effect. Then thought it needed more drama so he paused more. Now it was too much. Oh well.

"That question? Simple. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop."

Jamie sighed in delight. "Now the world will finally know."