Practical Mythology 4/11/12, Period 2, [Class Session 14]

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The class sadly met in a normal classroom this week, and Hercules appeared to have a movie projector at the ready.

"Next week we will have a very special final. So this week, you are going to review what we've learned. In movie form!" He laughed and turned on the projector. "Pay close attention, and remember... the class is called practical mythology. The final will be very hands-on."

He had something up his metaphorical sleeves, yes he did.

[ooc: Sorry for movie class but I'm about to pass out and I have no brain and no idea when I will wake. OCD coming Class up and open.]

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

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When the class arrived today, they'd find the desks missing. Instead, there were cushions on the floor surrounding a number of low tables, and each table held one of two boxes.

"I'm going to assume that most of you are completely unable to focus on anything remotely academic today," Ghanima stated. "So today we're going to do a practical application."

"There is always a cost to removing a corrupt monarch from power," she continued. "People. Resources. There's not even a guarantee that you'll win."

"Each of you is a revolutionary trying to save their people. The person opposite you is a corrupt or insane ruler, that must be deposed." Ghanima held up one pawn, smiling. "It's up to each of you to decide where to draw the line for acceptable loss. Each army you lose is a point off your grade, unless you win it all."

"Pair up, or make teams, and have fun."

[Last verse, same as the first. OCD up!]

Is A Cigar Just A Cigar, Wednesday, Period 3

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Students were back in the Danger Shop today, with class taking place on the edge of a tall cliff, easily miles above the valley floor and not too far from billowing clouds, white and fluffy. For all that they were very high up, the air was warm and easy to breathe; Cindy was only willing to sacrifice so much comfort for verisimilitude. There was a large blanket for the class to sit upon, and surrounding that blanket were several flocks of birds.

( Probably an easy guess about what today's class was all about, yes? )

Throughout the last few sentences, Cindy had been walking steadily backwards, heading towards the edge of the cliff. "Today," she finished, "we're going to explore that concept of freedom head-on." She took a final step, her foot hovering over the great void for a moment, and then she was gone, plummeting over the edge. A moment later, she was back in view, flying back up the other side of the cliff and over towards the blanket. "Choose one of the other species of bird that I mentioned, try to take a guess what it symbolizes and why you think that, and then you can get a chance to fly yourself."

Jeff and Jamie's Haven of Happily Ever Easters, Wednesday

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Today upon entering the classroom the students would notice that there were art stations set up around the room along with various paints for them to use. And baskets of eggs.

One thing that seemed to be lacking would be paintbrushes but we'll get to that in a bit.

The other thing they might notice is that Jamie and Jeff are wearing bunny suits. We'll get to that in a bit as well.

"Good morning class!" Jamie said cheerfully. "Today we're going to get our Bob Ross on and exercise our artistic ability!"

Next to Jamie, Jeff was... holding up his hands like he was a cartoon bunny. There might have actually been some hopping involved. "HELLO CLASS!" he... shouted. "This is the season of EGGS! Eggs! Laid by chickens, not like--" He cut himself off. "Eggs. We'll be painting them! With our hands!"

Bunny wiggle.

"Why?" Jamie asked rhetorically. "Because sometimes artistic expression needs to happen between the person and the medium without anything getting in the way."

And it might also be because Jamie forgot to get paint brushes.

"And also because chickens don't have fingers," said Jeff, "So we should celebrate the things we have." That... was him just making things up as they went ahead.

He hopped forward and wriggled his nose. "You know... Chickens don't have to sit when they go to the toilet," he added. "Or... other things..."

It was at that point one of Jamie's bunny ears flopped down and hit him in the face. "Do I want to know what other things chickens don't sit down for Jeff?" Jamie asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't think we can talk about that in class, Jamie," Jeff said solemnly. "I'll explain it later!"

"Right," Jamie said with a nod which flipped his other ear in his face. "In the meantime grab some eggs and start painting. And no throwing of the eggs. Or hiding the eggs. Or throwing of eggs at your fellow students. Or teachers."