fandomhigh | American History, Period 2 02/19

The Danger Shop was back to its normal classroom configuration today, and the teachers were at the front, arms folded, possibly looking smug.

Thirty-six hours until Vegas, after all. And if other difficulties were getting to them ... well, they weren't going to think about that in the classroom.

"Our first order of business is an extra credit presentation from Mr. Stephanides, and then, midterm dioramas," Tyler announced, once the students seemed to have quieted. "If you've never made a diorama, they are three-dimensional models, often depicting buildings or historical events. And, this week, you're going to make them for any topic covered this far in class -- or anything you think we should have covered that we skipped over. Here is a handout showing how some fancy ones come together. Yours don't have to be fancy."

"We've got a table with things like bits of cardboard," Algren added, arms crossed over his chest, "empty shoeboxes, glue, safety scissors, and other assorted bric-a-brac for you to toss together. There's probably a plastic buffalo or two if you look hard enough. Please, try to refrain from gluing the popsicle sticks up your nose, as tempting as it might be. It just means paperwork for us if we have to take you to the clinic."

Tyler stopped at that to look at his co-teacher. He wasn't sure they were the demographic to glue popsicle sticks to themselves, but if warnings were being issued .... "And do not be a dumbass and run with scissors, either. We get a week off after this class is over. If you really want to spend some of it in the clinic, wait until after last period Friday."

He made a vague shooing gesture at the students. "Get to it. We're here if you sniff too many markers and pass out."

[OCD ~~on the way~~ up, have at it!]

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Creatively!

Listen, pass notes, contemplate dumping that glitter on a classmate. The usual.

Mr. Stephanides has a presentation for extra credit. Wait for him to ping in, and then listen, pass notes, and contemplate dumping glitter on him.

If you happen to be the sort to want extra credit, feel free to talk to the teachers after class.

Solo or in pairs, make us a diorama so that we can ~~be amused by it~~ judge how much you've managed to absorb so far this semester.

Items on the table are moddable!

Who might hurt you if you were contemplating gluing popsicle sticks up her nose.

Who will give you detention if you glue popsicle sticks up their noses.

I do not get to make a diorama today. But I do get to assemble a new birdcage. Wish me luck!

Edit: There's one killer snowstorm outside, whooping the butt of this particular neck of the woods. I apologize if I vanish at any point during the day. I'm not sure if the power is going to hold out.

Edited 2009-02-19 18:05 (UTC)

Yamanaka Ino

Ino would very definitely hurt someone who tried that!

Though, really, she was more entertained by the fact that apparently they were considered too incompetent to run with scissors. What, were they five?

Cal Stephanides

Cal took to the front of the class with a small stack of notecards there mostly for effect and he cleared his throat.

"Thank you. Because it was brought up talking about civil rights for some reason, I am here to talk to you today about a place called Smyrna, where my grandparents are from. It's known today as Izmar, and is one of Turkey's highly populated cities, but before 1919, it was Greek. And then the Turks came in, occupied it, and started the short lived Greco-Turkish War, that ended in 1922 when the Turks started to force all the Greeks out. And then, on September 13th, 1922, a giant fire broke out, burning the city and causing riots, as well as a mass exodus as many Greeks felt that Turks did it intentionally. It lasted for four day, tearing up the city in a bright, unquenchable blaze."

"You may be wondering," Cal continued, with a notable glance toward Mr. Durden, "what this all has to do with American history, especially if it happened in Asia Minor. But my grandparents lived in Smyrna when this great fire that ended the war happened; they had to flee, barely making it onto one of the few boats that would take Greek refugees to other ports. My grandparents were headed for America, Detroit, specifically, where a cousin was already living. My grandfather opened up a small diner in a an area of the city that, later, when my father owned it, would see another great riot, fires and deaths that would last for terrifying days. It was a city where my father also turned that diner into a chain, into success, and where I, a third generation Greek-American, grew up. And America's filled with all sorts of stories like that, people coming from all different places, all different histories, and making ones to call their own American histories."

He flashed to Durden a winning smile; the guy hadn't even asked him to relate it to the class, but look at that gem.

He nodded his head to the class.

"Thank you."

Gavin Darklighter

Katina Choovanski

. . . okay then.

Katchoo, muttering imprecations about how she wasn't in kindergarten any more, grabbed some popsicle sticks and pipe cleaners and black construction paper and got to work making the most bizarre semi-abstract representation of the Civil War she could possibly make.

She just hoped she didn't fall asleep in the middle of it and end up with popsicle sticks inadvertently glued up her nose.

Tyler was there, and idly fiddling with one of the colored bits of paper. It was almost turning into an origami frog.

"Excellent job, Cal. Thank you," Tyler grinned, because tying the whole thing back into class really was pretty impressive.

He needed to randomly assign reports more often.

"Iiiiiiinoooooo."

"Caaaaaaal."

What? It was a routine now!

"That was a pretty awesome presentation, wasn't it?"

"It was a 'bright, unquenchable blaze' of one," she said solemnly.

Ino shouldn't have found that funny, but she did.

"But it was pretty good, honest."

"Shut up," Cal said. "That was an excellent poetic description."

"I can't help it," she quipped. "I tease therefore I am."

Or something.

"That's deep, Ino," Cal rolled his eyes a little. "Real deep."

"Deep?" she asked, looking incredulous. "Would I be deep?"

"Good point," Cal smirked back a little. "My bad; I forgot about the vacuousness of your head. That's okay, though. You can't help it. It's not like you chose to be blonde."

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