Steven Spielberg Presents: History!, Monday, Period 4

[yakkoyaks.livejournal.com]

"The year was 1993. With the fall of Communism, the rise of smaller, independent states, and civil wars all over the place to establish those states, the metaphorical shape of the world was changing," Yakko said with all the gravitas he could muster. Then he went back to his higher pitched voice. "But the regular shape stayed the same!" He gave a sharp whistle and beach balls with the globe printed on them fell from the ceiling.

"Those feature the map of the world as it looks today. 19 years ago, the world looked a little bit more like this. ROLL IT!" The lights dimmed and a film started playing at the front of the room.

"And yeah, it really is almost 20 years old," Yakko whispered fight before the song started. "Not that this should make anyone feel old." He winked. Feel old, players. Feel old.

Once the video was over and the lights went back on, Yakko spoke up again. "Less than two decades and the list of countries has changed just a little bit. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to use your modern globes to find all the changes since 1993. Should you decline, your mission is to play with your beach balls. Your secondary mission no matter what you choose is to try to keep this song from getting stuck in your head. Bet you can't do it. KEEP IT ROLLING!"

And with that, the Yakko's World video replayed. On repeat. Over and over again. With the lights on, the picture was clear enough to read and locate countries, but you could also actually read your globes now. And the sound? Well, that would just drive you mad eventually. Maybe.

Have fun!

Library, Monday

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

Father's Day. Hrmph. It was not generally one of his favourite of the modern holidays he'd encountered since arriving in Fandom. For obvious reasons (well, obvious to him). Which is why he'd managed to convince Holmes to go on a nice, distracting little expedition to Baltimore.

Which had almost landed the two of them in jail for the night, but details. All that mattered was come the morning, he was ready and able to open the library as usual.

Philosophy of Choice [Monday | Period 1]

[not_in_the_book]

"Choose," Ronan said. Behind him, in the Danger Shop created hallway, were two doors, identical save for a word on each: "yes" on one and "no" on the other.

Stepping back, Ronan gestured at the doors. "Choose," he repeated.

[OCD up!]

Relationship Ed, Monday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff was sitting on top of his desk today, his feet kicking back and forth through the air while he fiddled with his fingers. "Hey," he started, sounding a lot more downcast than usual. "The thing about relationships is-- the thing is," he said. "The thing is that sometimes they end, and you might not even know why."

"I fell into the trap of blaming apples when my last one ended. Well... not really. The apples just seemed like a convenient target. Basically... she ran into an old someone... else, and they decided to go off and explore their feelings together." Feet-wag. "Nobody tells you these things happen, you know? That 'exploring your feelings with someone else' really just means 'leaving'."

He smiled. It was a thin smile.

"My first relationship, I'd just graduated, I had to move away," he said. "She started the conversation, about... leaving. It felt like the world was ending. Like everything had just come to a stop. I didn't know what to do with myself without her. So I ran off. Did a lot of drinking. Tried to talk to women again, but it took me ages to stop comparing enough to stop making an arse out of myself, and by then I was making an arse out of myself for completely different reasons. 'Coz I was nervous."

He shrugged. "No assignment this time," he said. "This is the end. And nothing prepares you for the end. Not even apples."

He helpfully produced a basket of apples and set it down next to him. "They're tasty, though," he offered. "So take one and think about it."

Beat.

"And remember: you really can't explode of having too much sperm locked up in your pants."

Thank you, Jeffrey. Thank you.

Photography- Tuesday- 3rd period- Class #7

[fates_jaye]

Jaye was a minute late to class today. When she did arrive, it was with a slamming of the door, an unceremonious dumping of her purse into a drawer in her desk, and a kicking of said desk drawer closed.

"ANYWAY," she said, "last week you were supposed to take pictures of things that were summery, right? So let's see your pictures of things that were summery. And if you were lame and didn't do it... you're living in tents and having campfires. This one was so easy it hurts.

"So let's do show and tell of those, and then for next week, your prompt is drinks. Which is totally not me advocating alcohol for teenagers even though I work at a bar and there are radio broadcasts that mean I can never ever run for president. Just a disclaimer there."