"Symbolism in Literature" Wednesday, Period Three

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Cindy was looking about as mutinous as her students likely felt as they entered the room for their last class. She had been planning a fun final using the Danger Room, but considering the board members were still here, that was apparently out of the question now. Also, her shoes pinched, a phenomenon that was also pinching her temper. Cindy loathed ill-fitting shoes. They offended her even more than the rest of the uniform combined.

Look, it was a thing with her, all right?

"Welcome to your final," she said with forced cheer as her class filed in. "I want to thank you all for being an excellent class. While this final is challenging, I have no doubt that you will all pass it easily, considering the work and effort you have all put into learning about symbolism this semester. If you finish the test early, please entertain yourself quietly until the end of the period. I wish you all the best of luck, especially those of you who are seniors, with all of your future endeavors."

With that, Cindy passed out the final exams and the ubiquitous tiny blue notebooks and sat behind her desk. Certainly not fantasizing about what she'd like to do with certain board members, no.

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

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The classroom was totally normal when students arrived today, and Ghanima was actually seated behind her desk instead of on it for once. The skirt of her teaching uniform had been modified to floor length, and she'd cite religious reasons if necessary. Her eyes weren't quite as blue (or glowing) as normal, and what did shine through the contacts was hopefully hidden by slightly-tinted reading glasses.

Ghanima, for the record, was never wearing contacts again. Her left one had fallen out three times already today.

"Welcome back for your final history class of the semester," she said, gesturing for the students to take a seat. "Please take your desks, and Miss Dany will pass out the tests in a moment if she's there. If at any time the wording on a question confuses you, you may come up to my desk and ask me - quietly - any questions you may have."

With that, Ghanima patted the stack of papers on the front of her desk. "Dany? If you would please begin?"

[OOC: OCD is ready!]

"Classic Mythology" - Final Exam, Period 2, 4/18

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Hercules, looking a little uncomfortable in his uniform, greeted his students with a smile as they filed into the classroom. Once everyone was seated, he started to distribute pencils and a... written test.

"All right, students," he said. "You will have the class period to complete these very serious, very academic, very normal tests. And when you have normally completed them, you may hand them in at my normal teacher's desk. Normally."

He nodded. "And now you may begin. I would like all of you to know that I enjoyed having you all as students. Within the normally accepted bounds of normal enjoyment. Thank you."

He sat down at his desk. As you do.

[ooc: OCD coming Up! Have at it!]

'Driver's Ed', Wednesday

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For once, the class hadn't been invited to some kind of bizarre Danger Shopped monstrosity.

They were out at the parking lot instead.

"Um," said Jeff. That was his greeting. "Um," he repeated, and waved his arm at the parking lot. "Um."

Jamie blinked at Jeff for a second in confusion. "Are we doing yoga today?" he asked mistaking Jeff's "um's" for a mantra. "Because I thought we we're doing the Driver Ed thing."

"I'm sorry!" Jeff said, at a volume much louder than necessary. "I'm under a lot of pressure today!"

Jamie sighed and then grinned at the students. "Today class we're going to be continuing-"

And this would be the point where Jamie was giving the class a very obvious wink.

"-Our driver's education studies. Yes. Where we make sure that we're always following traffic rules. And wearing seat belts. And watching movies of car crashes with disembowled people who didn't wear their seat belts. Just like we do every week."

"Yes," Jeff said. His voice had an audible squeak to it. "As we do every week!" He couldn't sound less convincing if he tried. "Oh god."

"Unfortunately due to a slight snafu in planning, we won't have cars for you to drive today," Jamie said only showing the slightest trace of hesitation in his voice. "So instead you'll be driven around today in limos. By a driver named Ed."

Jamie then let out a slight embarrassed cough. "Except for a few of you who have the lucky opportunity of being driven around in a clown car by a clown named Ed."

"Jamie," Jeff hissed. "We have to act normal!" He was sweating pearls just trying to do that, Jamie! You couldn't do that to him! He was flailing! ... Yes, actually flailing, limbs and all.

"It could have been worse," Jamie hissed back. "We almost got mimes."

"No mimes!" Jeff declared. "Look! We'll just... we'll look at cars!"

His voice broke like he was a fifteen-year-old.

"But we can't have Drivers Ed without driving," Jamie reasoned. "Otherwise the class would just be 'Looking at Cars with a guy named Ed getting paid to stand around'."

"Toy cars!" Jeff exclaimed, apropos of nothing.

"You mean like bumper cars?" Jamie asked. "I'm not sure some of the kids are tall enough to go on that ride."

Yes, Dave. Jamie was looking at you.

"No, no, no no no no no no. No." Beat. "I'm over-noing, aren't I?" Don't answer that, Jamie. Just don't.

Jeff shook his arms. Then shook them again. Then shook them a third time, when suddenly a bunch of tiny toy cars fell out onto the pavement. "You need to-- safe! Drive these around. Safely!" he exclaimed.

"...Very safely! Keep things safe, or you'll fail the class, and we can't... we can't... ohgodJamieIcan'tdothis!"

At which point Jeff started to shake. Which was as good a 'get started!' as they were ever going to get.

"Organic Chemistry", Thursday, period 3

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Pinkie had been outfitted with an image inducer for the duration of the school board visit, but the students entering the decidedly normal looking science lab today could be reassured that underneath her (still almost painfully cute) human exterior, she was still the same old Pinkie. As evidenced by the fact that she occasionally caught sight of her hand out of the corner of her eye and burst into muted giggles.

"Welcome back, everyp-er, everyone! Today is your final exam in or-gan-ic chem-is-try. That sounds fun, right?"

Buckets.

"So take your seats, and we'll get right to it." She smiled brightly for the sake of any visitors and started passing out little blue test booklets to the gathered students.

[ooc: bear with me whilst I get this OCD sorted, yeah? I'm on a virtual keyboard, here. Yay, thats sorted! Get to it, y'all!]