Model United Nations, Wednesday, period 1

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Students entering class today expecting a final exam might be surprised to find their teacher lurking behind her desk in a tri-cornered hat and a jaunty long coat, sporting an eyepatch and pointing her cannon right at them.

On the other hand, having spent a semester with this teacher already, perhaps they wouldn't be surprised at all.

"ARR YE MATEYS!" Pinkie yowled. "IT BE OUR LAST CLASS OF THE SEMESTER, WHICH MAKES ME WANT TER CRY! SO INSTEAD O' CRYIN', I BE DECIDIN' THAT TODAY WE BE HAVIN' A PIRATE PARTY!"

As you do.

"DON YER PIRATEY HATS AND EYEPATCHES, AND HELP ME AIM THIS HERE PARTY CANNON AT THE NEAREST BOUNTY TO BE RAIDED, ARRR!" And Pinkie leaped onto the cannon, riding it like a skateboard out into the hall, improbably steering it around corners and possibly stairs, down onto the school lawn. "ARRRRRRRRRR!"

Yep, that's right, the last day of Model United Nations class involved raiding other sovereign territories. Or classes. Or offices. Or businesses. Or dorm rooms. Or at least the lawn.

HAVE AT YE.

[ooc: please to be only raiding outside of the school lawn with OOC permission, first, yis.]

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

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There was music in the entry corridor before class today. Not the usual tinny, monophonic samba from the radios, either, though the change wasn't exactly comforting: it sounded like someone was humming "Pomp and Circumstance" over and over again. In a minor key. Echoing off the corridor walls.

How reassuring -- just as reassuring as the number of test elements on the sign outside the door, undoubtedly.

"It's the end of this testing track," GLaDOS told them, sounding Very Sincerely Sad Really about the situation. "And all of you survived! Impressive. The Enrichment Center prides itself on never valuing your safety above the pursuit of science, but you've all beaten the odds and contributed to the ongoing welfare of both."

Cue a very loud sequence of three claps. Very slow claps.

"To mark your achievement, I've got a surprise for you at the end of this final test." GLaDOS was very perky about that. Be afraid. "But since this is the culmination of the testing track, you'll be required to go through the Aperture Science Terminal Comprehensive Evaluation. You've made it through this many tests so far, which means your odds of making it through this one are --"

Wasn't it comforting when she sped up into high-pitched nonsense?

"Oh, one more thing. This test is not a part of the Cooperative Testing Initiative. Chamber doors are calibrated to allow only one person through at a time, but don't worry. If you're a little too eager, we here at the Enrichment Center promise to repurpose your lost limbs in the most effective possible manner. Good luck."

[OOC: Don't ping into this post. Only a trained Pre-OCD Pinging Associate can ping into this post before the OCD is up. You're not qualified. OhgodsomuchOCD. It's up. You can go back to doing whatever it is you do when you're not destroying this facility while waiting for the OCD to be up.]

How To Not Do Things, Thursday, Period One

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April, because she was a jerk, had actually gone ahead and found a test online to give her students. Yes, this was a class about not doing things. Yes, she was testing them anyway. Yes, it was going to factor into their grades.

Fortunately, none of the students really seemed like the type to particularly care about their grades, so there was that?

There was a stack of exam papers on her desk for the students to collect. Once everyone had one, April gave a slight smirk and informed them, "You have fifteen minutes."

Except if anyone actually looked at the questions they were being asked, something might seem a little off about this test...