Emergency Student Council Meeting [Friday, Lunchtime]

[vaguelyretired.livejournal.com]

Early this morning, Minerva had had an embarrassing revelation - and not that her office was filled with strange objects that clearly had no place being in a school - and had gone straight to the PA system to handwavily call for a student council meeting.

(Funny how some things about schools didn't actually change much over time.)

She gave everyone some time to arrive after the bell rang - not that anyone would be late, of course - and then stepped up to the front of the room. "Good afternoon!" she said in a clear American accent. "I don't know what's wrong with me, and I apologize to all of you. I can't believe we've made it to Friday without planning what kind of school party we want to have tomorrow! We don't have time to put together a festival, and it's too cold for a beach party, and we still don't have that roller rink--oh! Maybe we should have a sock hop!" Oh yes, a good, wholesome dance would be just the thing to bring everyone together. "Do you all agree? Who would like to help?"

[OCD is up, have at it! Since Minerva sent the call out over the PA, the meeting is open to all the students, and teachers if they want to come by too!]

Living on the Outskirts, Friday, Period 2

[furnaceface]

Jono had been a little out of the loop this week, so hopefully everyone would forgive him for looking just a touch bewildered as he took in the various greyscale faces around his classroom.

"Fandom," he muttered under his breath before shaking his head and pressing on with his lecture. He was going to make it happen, whether his students looked like they were ready for a sock hop or not. "I'd like to start today's class off by apologizing for my behaviour last week. As I... hope some of you are aware, it wasn't exactly a good week for me."

What with all of the being on fire and whatnot.

"To put it bluntly, I was a fatalistic, pessimistic, antisocial idiot. And while I can't entirely attest to how many of those factors have changed, I can tell you that cutting yourself off from life as thoroughly as I did out of some kind of bitter vendetta against my own sodding self is... bloody stupid. Which isn't to say that you ought to start clasping hands with every stranger you meet and offering them kisses in th'street or anything."

The hippie movement was a decade coming for most of his students, after all.

"Just... exercise caution with who you choose to trust, how thoroughly, and why. Falling in with the first person to take an interest in you might lead to some good times in the immediate future, but how well do you know that person, really? Or their motives? Being used and thrown out again hurts a hell of a lot more than hanging back and not letting it happen, but that's a revelation you won't have until after you're standing alone in the middle of a dark alleyway, what's left of your reputation a joke smeared through tabloids all across Britian, suddenly homeless and watching Sugar naffin' Kane drive off in her fancy car after informing you that you were the hideous mutant curiosity that helped her boost her failing career."

That was not an oddly specific example. Shut up.

"I... don't actually have horrible experiences with every person I meet," he added, just a touch awkwardly, as he realized he'd been ranting. "But I'll be saving my carpe diem lecture for next week. This week... maybe just... talk about that one time that someone failed to exercise caution when they should have." He gave the students in his room a critical sort of glance. "Or pass love notes, or whatever it is you're prone to doing under this particular weirdness."

Fandom.

[Open!]

Oppression, Resistance and Revolution

[hisownagenda.livejournal.com]

"George Orwell is an author of the 20th century whose fictional books mark a certain political slant," Magneto began as he marched into the room. "One quote of his states that all revolutions are failures bu they are not all the same failure. Orwell thought that revolutions fail because the end result is a change of tyrants and not a change of the regime. In one book, a bunch of sentient farm animals overthrow their human master but fail in the revolution as the change in power failed to create a world in which all of the animials were equal. Instead one of the animals took the humans place in power and little changed on the farm afterwards."

"Allegories with farm animals aside, his point is well taken. How can revolutionaries ensure that the world they wish to change is the one they fight for? It's the solution to find the right person? If the tale is true and absolute power corrupts absolutely, how can that person be trusted? How can one establish a social climate which will make it profitable for even the wrong person to do the right thing?"

"You assignment is to come up with two ways to ensure the cause you fight for won't be undone by power hungry leader. Begin."

Astro Sciences, Friday

[not_a_whiner]

"Good morning, class," a terribly black-and-white Kaidan said, his brow curving slightly in a paternal frown. "Today, we will be learning about SPACE and the FUTURE."

Oh, and he was also holding a pointer stick. In front of a blackboard. Which was full of pictures. "Now you may have gotten the wrong idea from this kind of pulp literature. Space is not a place of adventure! But it is a place of discovery."

He let the pointer stick hit the board. "One day, mankind might travel past all the planets, from Mercury to Pluto," he said, "But that can't happen unless the next generation applies themselves. And no, reading Ruck Bodgers is not the same thing!"

He nodded sagely at Topher. "My assistant will distribute several sheets of paper," he said. "Based on the literature you have read--" Not that Kaidan had actually been in any state to tell them to read anything recently, "I want you to conceptualize the future! Realistically. Draw the men who will shape space in the name of Queen and country!" He cleared his throat. "The first to finish adequately will get an apple to take home, so show your best work, and we may just defeat the communists in the space race!"

Yes.

...

Yes.

Library, Friday

[selfhelphero]

William was perfectly on time to his shift in the library unlike this post and took a few moments to brush some lingering dust off of the shelves before picking out a book on baseball to read. He might never be as good of a player as Christopher, but he could still learn enough to impress some girls.

[Open and OCD free!]