Practical Mythology, 2/15/12, Period 2, [Class Session 7]

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

Hercules was wearing sunglasses and appeared to be nursing a hangover as the class filed into the classroom.

"Movie day," he announced, appearing to wince a bit as he spoke.

He hit play on a projector, and the movie began.

Hercules thought it was, if somewhat fabricated, a good choice for the class. He was just going to go crawl under his desk, now.

[ooc: OCD coming Class is in session!]

Is A Cigar Just A Cigar, Wednesday, Period 3

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Today, the class met in the classroom yet again. The Danger Shop was still unsuitable for their class material, and, honestly, it was entirely possible this week was probably unsuitable for the class material. Honestly, Cindy had even given thought to changing the lesson plan, but then she realized that this might be the only class that would be able to keep their attention today.

"So last week, we discussed how sex is almost always symbolic of something else in literature," Cindy said, as the bell rang. She was doing her best to present a facade that she was completely unfazed by the pollen. Last night had helped with that some, but the topic at hand sure wasn't. "Sex can stand in for rebellion, for life, for death, for power. Anything at all, except sex. But that's okay: everything else makes up for it. There's tons of sex in literature, it's just not always evident at first glance." ( Keep reading to find it. )

"For our class activity today, you're going to write a sex scene. One that contains no sex at all. Pick your metaphor and run with it. It doesn't have to be about two people--Paul's rocking-horse and Thorogood's keys certainly weren't. But you have to write something with sex as a central theme that doesn't explicitly mention sex anywhere. You may begin."

[All links should be SFW, though both the clip and the song have sound.]

Murdock and Madrox are in Da Hizzy

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Is it really any shock that when students enter the Danger Shop that it's been transformed into a unique environment? Is it just a given now?

So really we don't need to write that any more, right?

Right.

So.

( When the students entered the Danger Shop... )

[OCD is up. Dance. Dance, I say.]

Mad Kings & Queens: Raving Royals and How To Survive Them (Wednesday, 4th Period)

[atreideslioness]

"Étudiants, bonjour."  Ghanima said as the last of the class trickled into the room.  "Today we look at a French monarch, King Charles VI."

( King of England, and you, duke of Bedford, who call yourself regent of the kingdom of France... settle your debt to the king of Heaven; return to the Maiden, who is envoy of the king of Heaven, the keys to all the good towns you took and violated in France. -- Joan of Arc )

The Library | Wednesday | 2/15

[cant-be-helped.livejournal.com]

Dorothy had been having a fine week. The pollen had completely escaped her attention, for some reason entirely relating to her age. However, while she was completely not afflicted, the library did have a sense of humor.

When she settled in behind the desk, she found a novel sitting there as if it were lying in wait. A literary trap of foul proportions. She picked it up and began to read, though the story seemed awfully dark. Then, partially into the third chapter, she encountered a passage that bugged her eyes and she quickly set the book down.

"How is..." she said, trying to figure out what the sentence she just read meant. "What part of a woman is the core?" she wondered out loud. "And how is it to blossom?"

She peeked an eye down at the book and carefully went to go reshelve it. When she returned to the desk, the book was again lying there on the desk, like the proverbial cat who came back.

Dorothy frowned a little and picked the book back up. She went to continue reading, and she was not exactly enjoying it.

The library was open.

Ethics [Thursday, February 16, 2012, 1st Period]

[ancientbschamp.livejournal.com]

The presence at the front of the classroom today wasn’t an imposing Jedi Master, just a short, distracted-looking bard in a bright yellow outfit that really shouldn’t have been appropriate for winter but she was wearing it anyway.

“Hi, everyone,” Gabrielle said in a voice that bore a touch of strain despite its general calmness. “Master Skywalker can’t be here today, so, um . . .”

She wasn't really prepared to teach; she might have been, but her mind was all over the place lately. She was trying, though, even if it meant she had to fall back on an old topic, one that was almost hackneyed if you’d ever been privy to a good number of her adventures with Xena.

“I thought we’d --” Gabrielle fidgeted and scratched behind her ear. “There’s this concept of the greater good. When we’re faced with a difficult choice where we can only take one action, but more than one thing is at stake, how do we decide which option to take? Say, for instance, someone really close to you -- their life is in the balance, but if you help them, an entire group of helpless people may get killed, and you just don’t have the time to do both? Do you go against your own beliefs and do something you hate to do if it will benefit others?”

If it sounded kind of like she was very familiar with that particular scenario . . . well.

She cleared her throat and went on. “I’ve always believed in it, personally, but it’s a concept that, in practice, can be a lot harder than it sounds. So . . . let’s discuss that. Do you think acting for the sake of the greater good is a useful approach to life? How do you decide what the greater good is? And if it comes down to that kind of choice, between a personal sacrifice and the good of many, do you think you could make it?”