Art Therapy! Friday, P2 [Week 1]

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Friday morning, there was coffee and cookies supplied. Don’t get too used to that, kids. The enthusiasm would probably wear off just a little as the term went on. The desks were arranged in a circle and on each one students would find an A5 sketchpad.

Angela would be found sitting on one of the desks, facing them all. "So welcome to Art Therapy." She was maybe the tiniest bit excited about this, yes. "I’m Angela Montenegro, Fandom class of 2010. Just call me Angela. I’ll be Ms. Montenegro when I get old." Aka. not yet. "Hopefully you’re all here by choice, if not... I’m sorry, but I’ll try and keep it bearable. I’ve always found my art to be one of the greatest outlets. For stress, for happiness, for anger, and just for expressing yourself and your own individuality. The best art is all about emotion, but you’ve got to know how to tap it. So we are going to be looking at that and also learning how art can help you. Because it can, I promise."

"The sketchbooks are yours for art journaling. Decorate them, draw in them, whatever takes you. If decide to destroy yours... Safety first." Art therapy, guys. She wouldn’t judge. "If you do one of the former, I would love to see it." There was no need to bring back the remains if you went for the latter. Really.

"If you ever have any questions, or problems, or whatever else, come find me or you can talk to my fabulous TA Angelica here."

Okay. That out the way. "It’s Friday of the first week, you all know where this is going by now. I want to know a little about you guys." And she was going to start with you, random student.

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Life at Court, Friday, 5/11

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"If you think you're going to hear about the modern criminal justice system, you're in the wrong classroom."

So Tyrion Lannister began his third session as a classroom teacher, striding in a minute or two late and hoisting himself onto the teacher's desk in the classroom for greater amplification. Once he was there:

"Hello," he said. "Welcome to class. I hope it might someday help keep some of you alive. The game of thrones, as it's called, is a dangerous game. I'm no expert on other systems of government, but from what I've read over the last several months I see little reason to believe politicians are much kinder than monarchs. I exaggerate only slightly -- there seems to be less chopping off of heads in this world then there is at home, and I suppose allowances should be made for that."

"I am teaching this class as Lord Tyrion of House Lannister. My father was the king's chief advisor until the king went mad and a war came." If Daenerys was still on the island, Tyrion would have been less blunt about this, but she'd gone home and he saw no reason to soft-peddle it for anyone else; as it was, he was talking around several points for the sake of expediency. "The king changed then, but my father's still a rather powerful man. The fact we're all still alive and my sweet sister is queen is a tribute to how well he played the game."

"I'm not much like my father." This was not entirely true. "But no one's asked for my head on a platter yet, so I must be doing something right."

"My title is mostly for my world. Here, call me Tyrion or Professor Lannister, whichever comes more easily to your tongue. I am generally in my office on Thursdays. If you find me overly forbidding, my assistants are the Lady Blysse Norwood and her companion Blind Seer, as well as Surreal SaDiablo. The large wolf may be the least intimidating among them."

He paused there, ran a hand back over his hair. "Like everyone else, I'm forcing you to introduce yourselves this week. Name, title if you have one and want to share it, and the form of government you're most familiar with. I'd like to know where we're starting from. Oh, and if you've a topic you'd hoped to address over the next two months, please let me know."

Practical Philosophy, Friday

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Students arriving at the designated classroom would find a note resting on the door to come find Ender outside; the weather was good, and in a place like Fandom, Ender felt, whimsy played a big part of life. Why not teach class outside?

He was sitting outside by the treeline, a plastic bag full of sandwiches at his side.

( He didn't begin to speak until everyone was there. )

Conflict Management [Fouth Period]

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An envelope with each of the student's names waited for them at the entrance to the Danger Shop. Inside they would have found themselves on the outskirts of what looked suspiciously like a frontier township, where Oz waited for them by the side of what looked even more suspiciously like a covered wagon, carrying a large nerf gun.

( This will surely end well. )

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