Art Games, Monday, P2 [Week 2]

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When the students showed up to class this week, they would find a note on the door directing them to the Danger Shop. After they all arrived, the surroundings changed around them to resemble a playground. There were jungle gyms and several large sandboxes, swings and slides. At the bottom of the slides were large sheets of white paper and the entire playground had a wide and winding sidewalk that encircled it.

“Welcome to week two of Art Games,” Savannah said from the top of a slide.

Angela was sticking to the swings, though only rocking gently for the moment. “We’re taking a non-literal trip back to your childhoods.” As if that wasn’t fairly obvious by the surroundings. “With a little artistic twist.” To keep things on point.

“Call it starting at the beginning.” She pointed to a box on the ground by her swing. “Help yourselves to a pack of chalks, you’re going to need them.”

“And I hope you wore clothes you didn’t mind getting messy because if you go down the slides, you’re going to get covered in pastel powder.”

To illustrate her point, Savannah slid down the slide and onto the paper. When she got up, there were powdery splashes on the paper.

This was almost a test, just to see if they’d all read that part of the course description.

“If you’re not into that, you can draw yourself a hopscotch court, build sandcastles, swing...” Angela shrugged, “Provided you can explain to us the artistic significance.”

“Exactly.” Savannah went over to the swings. “This class is all about art and the activities that can be applied to them.” She smiled. “You can even do what some people have done since their childhoods and make chalk paintings on the sidewalk, as well.”

Practical Philosophy, Monday

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"Last week, some of you wound up talking about moments from home you miss," Ender said, once everyone had filed into the classroom - and sat down in the circle. "And that the formative years of our lives - the places we grew up in, the things we did - determine so much of how we see the world that comes after it."

He smiled briefly.

"For a lot of people, high school's the moment they really get tossed out into another world," he continued. "Especially here, at this boarding school, where people from all universes and times and places wash up on the shore and go to class. It's a shock to the system, a readjustment of your vision-- everything is new or different, and yet a lot of things might not be."

He sat forward. "So what I'm curious about," he said, "Is the things you miss, and the things you don't. The things you can adapt to, and the things you can't. This is your point of comparison towards the life you used to know, and I know all of you think about these comparisons, maybe even every day, every hour, every minute."

This was where a normal teacher would have probably dug into his own experiences in order to share, but Ender was not as inclined to do so. Instead, he said, "So talk to me. What's new and what's old? Does it mean anything? Or is it just a new background stapled onto your old reality - just an extension of the life you used to know?"

So You're In the Middle of a War, Monday, Period 4

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"So, I'm just going to get this one out of the way early," Zayne said. "For an individual thrown into war, it basically ends up becoming a series of moral choices that you have to work through, consciously or not. Most of these are things you wouldn't usually face in your everyday lives outside of a war. At least, I'm hoping you don't have to make a choice about whether to kill someone or just try to capture them when you're going to the store...."

( This gets pretty long-winded. )

Monday: Study Hall

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Again with the bananas.

It was an annoyed looking Jamie Madrox standing in front of the class room today which was completely crammed full of bananas. "Seriously. Where do these things keep coming from?" he complained as a three duplicates showed up at the door with bowls, spoons, ice cream and whipped cream.

"I give up," Jamie said with a side and waved any students attending study hall in the direction of his duplicates. "We got the makings of banana splits here. Knock yourself out."

Hey, at least ice cream and bananas are step up over a surly orangutan.

Poetry 101, Monday, July 9

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When students showed up to class, they would find Cassie up front with a TV and DVD player set up. There was also a table of snacks next to the DVD player.

"Romeo isn't able to be here today, so we're having movie day, instead." She said a little nervously. "This is the movie the library gave me when I asked for a movie about poetry." She smiled. "And we have snacks, so that's always a good thing."