Personal Improvement Through Science: Aperture Laboratories Presents Physical Education (Wed/Per 2)

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Just outside the entrance to the classroom, well-lit by today's sign and well out of reach -- and for absolutely no apparent reason (that GLaDOS would explain, anyway) -- there was a turkey leg dangling from a rope on the ceiling. Anyone familiar with American holiday traditions might feasibly surmise that it was a nod to Thanksgiving.

From a more charitable entity it probably would be. Was it? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe it was a trap. Maybe it was some weird attempt at art. Chew on that for a while, kids, because chewing on that turkey leg's not going to happen.

"Well, you've survived most of the way through the testing cycle. So far," GLaDOS's voice drifted smugly through the speakers -- which might be a little bit ominous, considering the doors to the classroom hadn't opened yet and she was addressing them in the entry corridor "I was in the middle of designing a test involving high-intensity cardiovascular activity for you the other day. Was.. A shame, really. It was a really nice test, too, until a clumsy rodent kicked the Delete key on its way to shove tiny, impossibly legible notes at me." This was a total lie, but one that doubled as an excuse to complain about the squirrels. "I'm reconstructing that one from backups, but for today I pulled out an old test from my archives."

Also a total lie.

"Oh. Wait," GLaDOS went on in grossly exaggerated (and completely feigned) surprise. "How did a live-fire course for military androids get into that archive folder? Well, it's too late to change that now. Looks like you'll be getting your cardiovascular activity after all, and if you go stuff yourselves full of food tomorrow you'll probably thank me for it."

Why did that sound less than assuring? Oh, probably because right about then the doors opened to reveal three laser turrets directly facing the (now open, remember?) doors. Blocked off by a hard light bridge, granted, but still.

"Good luck."

[OOC: At the Enrichment Center, we promise never to value your safety above your unique ideas and creativity. However, do not ping in until the OCD is up destroy vital testing apparatus.]

Model United Nations, Wednesday, period 1

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"Hi, everypony! I hope you all have some fun plans for tomorrow's holiday, even if it's just hanging out here with some friends! Me, I plan to eat everything!"

Possibly even literally. Thanksgiving was Pinkie's kind of party.

"One of the only ways I even know tomorrow's holiday even exists is this school," Pinkie continued. "And I'm pretty sure I'm not the only pony here who can say that!" Ignore the part where she really was the only pony around who spoke a human language, just now. "School is great for learning about all kinds of things, not just about new holidays to celebrate! School helps keep ponies out of poverty, hunger, and all sorts of other problems we've talked about this semester. But not everypony gets the chance to even go to school, and lots of ponies who do don't get the same great education we get here in Fandom. And most of them in Fandom's world are girls!"

As someone from a matriarchical society, this concept boggled Pinkie's mind.

"How can we help encourage nations everywhere to make sure everypony has equal access to quality education? Does the United Nations have the responsibility to make sure that kids go to school, or should they just make sure they have the chance if they want to? What's the most important thing you think school has done for you in your life, personally?"

Pinkie smiled around at the gathered students. "Oh, and when you're all done discussing, I brought . . . PIE!" She whipped a table cloth -- bet you didn't notice that was there before -- off her desk to reveal it covered in pies of varying size and flavor, all steaming cheerfully in perfectly formed whisps.

The joys of having a cartoon pony for a teacher.

Library, Wednesday, All Day

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After much pleading on her sister's part, Sholeh had finally relented and agreed to let Zhahar help out with the cooking for the big feast day tomorrow--AFTER Sholeh's own shift ended. In the mean time, Sholeh was going to be the ever-diligent worker and make sure that the library was tidy and properly organized.

And also trawling through more of those cooking magazines that she'd seen the week before, copying down recipes that Zhahar thought she's might like to try.