Aesthetics of Badassery [Monday, Period One]

[doubleohblonde]

Anyone who dropped by the classroom this morning would have found a film playing, as well as coffee and pastries for anyone who cared to watch.

...regardless of if they were actually in Bond's class or not.

[ooc: wait for ocd up]

[Class Roster|Class Rules]

How to survive the zombie apocalypse

[shotbillmurray.livejournal.com]

"Hey everyone," Columbus said as the class filed in. "I'm going to make today's class a quick one so don't bother to settle in. Right now I think There's more important things to do then learn about zombies. This class has always been about survival in the worst kind of circumstances. I lost my world to zombies long ago but I'm still alive and now have my own family back home because... Because I didn't give up hope."

Columbus smirked at that. "Yeah. I know. Cheesy, huh? Anyway, go to the library, go be with your friends just... Go and do your best. And I will see you next week.

Ethics [Tuesday, December 6, 2011, 1st period]

[sith_happened]

Anakin was in the classroom early today with a clingy, fussy Juliet. Despite his best efforts, he kept looking out the window at the swirling blackness that was far too close.

When the students arrived, he was blunt: "There's very little point to pretending that you're going to be able to concentrate on anything remotely course-related today. I was a student here myself and know how stress relief around here goes: the library's open, and so is the gym, the salle, and the gun range. Don't do anything stupid. If you're not sure what you're planning is stupid, ask yourself if it's something I'd do."

And if it was, it was probably kind of stupid.

"And then don't do it. You can stay here as long as you'd like, talk to me or each other, or just be quiet. I know I'd rather not be alone right now myself."

Not that he could be with a two-year old attached to his knees.

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

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

The island that the Danger Shop was configured to look like was... probably not very much like the one from the book they'd discussed last week. The first hint the students might have of this fact was the giant water slide. Or, really, the entire water park that they were standing in front of.

"Welcome to a remote deserted island," Max said by way of introduction. "Today you're all going to to understand the breakdown of society in the face of isolation in a harsh environment." He even managed to say that with a straight face.

"The locker rooms are stocked with appropriate attire for your harrowing ordeal," Max said, indicating the two buildings nearest them. "So get changed and get to experiencing."

And anyone who accused Max of changing his lesson plan to try to provide some distraction from current events would get a look. Because that totally wasn't what he was doing.

At all.

Even if he was wearing swim trunks instead of his usual jeans.

Library, Tuesday

[angelo_wings]

There had to be something. Rinoa had spent the last several days poring over books and files and more books and more files until she felt like her eyes wanted to yank themselves out of her head.

The books didn't help, and the files didn't look to be any closer to actually being done. When she got burned out on one, she changed to the other. When she got completely and absolutely burned out on both, she practiced her showcase piece on the piano, in short bursts, or she slept. The piano was more helpful; it calmed her down.

And so today she was in the library, feeling like she wanted to puke instead of look through one more book that wasn't going to tell them anything, or decipher one more file about imprisonment and cruelty.

But she couldn't stop. Her phone had stopped ringing, and the Acting President of Galbadia no longer picked up. No one back home did. And whatever-it-was was getting closer.

She had been a horrid excuse for a daughter but she was going to fix it. She had to. She just needed more coffee. And more books. And ... something.