Fandom Trail [Thursday, Fourth Period]

[thefearwasreal]

Today the wagon sat at the edge of a wide river, the robot unicorns secure in their harnesses. On the far side stood a town.

"Congratulations, kids, after eight long weeks, you have almost reached the end of your destination, all that remains is to work together to ford the river." As Oz spoke, there came an odd, rustling, yipping sound, as a pack of Doberman-sharks appeared on the horizon closest to the Danger Shop door. He trailed off. "...I didn't program those in." He had totally programmed them in after seeing them running about the town earlier. "So it would probably be a good idea if we all got up on the wagon about now."

Once everyone was up, Oz continued, handing out the long poles that were oh so conveniently packed in the wagon. "New plan, we ford the pack of dogsharks until we get to the door then make a break for it. Use these to keep them away from the wagon if they get too close."

Steven Spielberg Presents History II: Raiders of the Lost Syllabus, Friday, Period 1

[yakkoyaks.livejournal.com]

"It's the last day of the summer semester," Yakko announced to begin class. "Congratulations on making it this far. Hopefully you've learned a thing or two from this class, but if you haven't, you will now. Because it's that time again! Time to learn this session's lesson. And to find out what it is, we turn to... The Wheel of Morality!" Yakko motioned toward the door, where a large wheel with 'The Wheel of Morality' written on it in huge letters drifted into the room.

"Wheel of Morality, turn, turn, turn," Yakko recited as he spun the wheel. "Tell us the lesson that we should learn." As the spinning wheel slowed down and landed on the number 2, a sheet of paper was printed from a slot on the side. Yakko went to his next line as he grabbed the sheet of paper. "Moral Number Two. And the moral of today's story is... Look under your desks for a school laptop with a History Channel quiz already set up."

Yakko shrugged as the wheel drifted back behind the tree a moment later. "Well, I guess we'll so how much general history you know now. Go ahead and get started and let's see how you do."

Introduction to Robotics, Friday

[not_a_whiner]

"Hey," Kaidan greeted the class, "This is gonna be your last class-- and probably mine." Alliance command willing. Wasn't that he disliked this place, but there was probably something more useful he could be doing. "So let's make something of it. I want to see your projects-- everything you've been working on these past few weeks. Did they turn out the way you wanted? If they didn't, why not?"

He crossed his arms. "Oh, and we're going to put them through something of an obstacle course," he added, looking lightly amused. "If it doesn't work... you have my permission to roll it."

They were teenagers. They'd appreciate that, he was pretty sure.

Friday: Study Hall

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Study hall was empty today.

Except for the fact that it contained socks. Lots of socks. So much socks that there were duplicates appearing to be drowning in a sea of socks.

Yep. Helpless duplicates trapped in a sea of socks during sharkweek. This could only end in tears.