The Elements of Friendship, Thursday, Period 1

[locointhecoco]

When the students arrived in class, today, they'd find themselves in the forest again, this time walking straight into a large patch of lovely blue leaved plants looking down at a small, spooky hut built into a tree. Once they'd all gathered, Pinkie popped her head and neck out of a nearby bush.

"Hi everybody! Welcome back to class! As you can see, we're back in the Everfree Forest," yes, the spooky voice on 'Everfree Forest' was obligatory, "which can only mean one thing: chaos!" She grinned brightly. "Zecora?"

A cloaked, striped zebra made her way out of the hut and peered eerily at the class. "Beware, beware, you human folk!" She cried. "Those leaves of blue are not a joke!"

As if on cue, the fast working poison joke Pinkie had programmed started to do its work. Perhaps it swelled up your tongue and made it hard to talk. Perhaps it switched your feet around and made you clumsy. Maybe it gave you the worst hair day ever. Whatever it was, it was sure to be really, really embarrassing and annoying.

"Your job today," Pinkie said, still in her bush, "is to figure out Zecora's riddle and find the cure to your sudden ailments. Good luck!"

[ooc: OCD is coming up. Have fun!]

Tropes and Scope [Class 10, Period 3]

[bookworm-beauty.livejournal.com]

When students came into the classroom today, it was with a projector and screen at the front of the class. "I was going to have us run around outside, to talk about sports stories, but it's so cold out. I figured you guys wouldn't mind a movie day.

"Sports stories seem to usually revolve around someone who's accidentally athletic, or a team of underdogs. There's usually a big game, wherein there's a huddle, cries to be put into the game, a sudden death, whatever that means, and a culminating slow clap as the team wins."

Belle cued up the machine, dimming the lights. "I have it on good authority that this is very indicative of this genre, which I admit isn't my favorite. But sit tight, and think about a time in your life when you've witnessed something like this. Even if, perhaps, you're not very athletic."

She'd also figured that the dark, calming activities might be good for any fake babies around. Not that she exactly understood that exercise.

Sensitivity Training, Thursday

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

There was no teacher in the classroom today; instead there was a note on the board:

In space.
Assignment: Find someone from Ethics to babysit for.

Because caring for a screaming ball of android baby was clearly going to teach sensitivity. Or teach them all to use protection.

It was a public service.

[[ooc: Sorry for lame class! Swamped with contracts. Ugh, shortened months mean shortened deadlines. Damn holidays.]]