Library, Monday

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William wasn't overly bothered by the uniforms, as it happened. After all, the majority of his childhood had been spent clad in ill-fitting garmets. Some even came close to these in the garishness department.

In any case, it seemed even Fandom was unwilling to let him dwell on it, as his perusing of the latest Scientific American was interrupted by... a cup. On a string. Being lowered from... well, he actually wasn't sure where it was being lowered from, looking up, it seemed like the strings just- appeared.

He peered inside the cup as it settled on the desk, finding a can of some sort of- well, reading the label, it appeared to be a caffienated beverage.

"...Thank you?" he said, glancing upward again as the cup began its journey back towards the ceiling.

"World History," Monday, Period 4

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Tyrion’s uniform, while well-tailored, still itched. He loathed cheap fabrics.

It was small comfort to know the rest of the school was suffering along with him.

“Good afternoon,” he said briskly, as he passed out the test. “Today is your final exam in this World History class so—obviously – there is no time to waste. If you have further question or comments about the test, or about the class in general, I will be in my office on Thursday.” When, hopefully, the visitors would be long gone.

He paused, managed a tired smile for the students. “I genuinely enjoyed getting to know each of you. For those of you who are leaving school soon, I wish you the best.”

And then there was nothing to do but watch the students write. He trusted they’d be bright enough to realize that the questions, while passingly “normal,” did not depend on knowledge of any specific world.

Defending Yourself [Monday, Period 1]

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Max was actually more amused than anything else about the whole uniform thing. Especially since he'd taken the excuse of his class' subject matter to dress in something a bit more comfortable. A loose-fitting karate gi was way better than those official uniforms, any day of the week.

He was also amused at the plans for today's class, too. And his grin made that clear. So when students arrived to find themselves in a passable facsimile of a modern karate dojo, they might be a mite suspicious.

"Welcome to your final exam in Self Defense," Max announced with a grin. He waved toward the back of the room where there were a pair of clearly-labeled locker rooms. "You all know the drill by now," no they didn't, "go ahead and change into your gis and then come out and you'll each demonstrate the katas you learned this semester." Which was to say: none. At least not from Max.

In the changing rooms were carefully arranged (and labeled) uniforms for every student. Max was apparently trusting that they could figure out how to put them on properly on their own. He'd give them five minutes to change since he was feeling generous, too. Once they were back Max launched into a quick lecture.

"Remember that the martial arts are a way to focus the mind and train the body. They are part of making you a better student. Both in school, and in life. These techniques are not about fighting any external opponent, but are instead about the fight with oneself. How do you stay disciplined so that you can focus on what's important? That's what I hope you've learned in this class." Wow. That totally sounded like something he'd googled right before class, too.

"Now, everyone spread out, and we'll go through our katas." Max kind of wished he'd been able to sneak in a video camera because this promised to be amusing. "Oh, and if anyone wants to discuss anything we learned this semester, I'll have office hours on Wednesday and Friday."

Home Economics [Mon, Period 2]

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Bond knew how to wear the hell out of a suit, even if it was a polyester monstrosity instead of Saville Row. That said, he was very quick to get into shirtsleeves and an apron at the start of class, which was being held in the Home Ec today room rather than the Danger Shop. If something caught on fire it was the board's fault.

"Good morning, class, and welcome to you Home Economics final, if you'll all get changed we'll begin." You all had aprons to cover up the polyester, weren't you grateful?

Once the class had hidden the plaid, Bond continued. "Now your recipes are on the benches, ingredients are in the fridge, and utensils in the cupboards, so I'm sure you'll all have something special to share by the end of class."

Note that he said special, not edible.

[ooc: wait for ocd up]

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