Improving Your Skills [Friday, 3rd Period]

[so_hawkward]

Clint was still a little nervous about running this class, but he'd spent enough time listening to the radio this week that he at least had an idea of what to do today. So, when the students came into the classroom, he was perched on the desk, looking as relaxed as he could manage.

"Hey guys," he said, once everyone was there. "My name's Clint Barton, and this is Improving Your Skills. If you're in the wrong place... well, feel free to stay 'cause I don't really care about that, and you can call me Mr. Barton if that's more comfortable for you, but I won't mind if you call me Clint either." Really, he felt old enough without all of you helping, thanks.

"Anyone who's been here for more than a few days has probably figured out that this school and this town are filled with people who have special powers," he continued, "and I figure at least some of you come from places where folks running around with abilities is totally normal. Some of you might even have powers of your own. But I think everyone is capable of doing something awesome, and it doesn't have to involve super strength or something supernatural. All it takes is figuring out what you want to get good at, and living long enough to get good at it. So, that's what we're going to be doing in here."

"Now that I've given you my little spiel, I think the custom is that it's your turn to do some talking. I know you're probably all tired of introducing yourselves, but that's what you get for taking a class at the end of the week." He was so polite sometimes, really. "I want to know your names, where you're from, and at least one thing you think you're really good at. If you've got some kind of ability, don't tell me about that, because there's got to be more to you than that. I was told I get to have a TA, so that's going to be Kate Bishop--" Sorry Kate, that was what apparent bow-stealers got. "--but I'll go ahead and start. I'm Clint Barton, I'm from New York, and I can say with zero modesty that I'm the world's greatest marksman. Who wants to go next?"

Pop Culture: Everything I Ever Needed To Know I Learnt From... [Thurs, 1st Period]

[thefearwasreal]

There was a strong smell off coffee in the classroom this morning, but only Oz had a mug, because he kind of liked to mess with people like that.

"Greetings and salutations," he said once the last student had entered, tossing a small blue ball from hand to hand. "I'm Oz, but you may call me Oz, and welcome to Pop Culture. For those of you unsure what exactly that means, the name is a big hint, it's all the elements of cultural expression which are widespread, which have mass appeal, which fall on the 'wrong' side of the high/low art divide. Reality television, blockbuster movies, video games. It's the stuff that in the normal run of things you aren't going to be taught about in schools, because what can you learn from watching television?"

Oz paused, and bounced the ball off a wall for effect. "More than you think. But we'll get to that later. First, it's time for more introductions, I want your name, your class, and your favourite guilty pleasure when it comes to entertainment either from here or back home, no one will judge you for it. For example, I have a soft spot for artwork of cephalopods done in the style of the old masters."

If he didn't sound very ashamed about that, well, that would require him to actually feel shame, and the giant octopus painting hanging in his office behind his desk put paid to that idea.

He tossed the ball at the nearest student. "You first, and remember, no judging."

Library [1/11]

[snarkyhealer.livejournal.com]

Shira's library shift had gotten switched, but that was okay. She had a feeling she was going to like Fridays better, anyway. And so far, at least, it seemed like a non-crazy Friday.

And by "non-crazy Friday" she meant that she wasn't breaking up any attempted takeovers of one section by another section. That happened more often than you'd think it did, really. She'd always wondered why that was.

She bustled around doing her work -- and mentally making plans for Sunday, since she was now off.

Fandom Invasions: A Survival Guide- Friday, Period One

[furnaceface]

How were they all up at such an ungodly hour? That looked more or less to be the expression that Jono was wearing as he dragged himself, sans crutches, into the classroom. There were, sometimes, benefits to having pushy healers as friends, yes. Added benefits were the ability to hold things in both hands, because he was carrying a coffee in one, and his lesson plan in the other, like any healthy two-thumbed primate should.

( Good Morning, Class. )

[Open!]

Sex Ed (Friday, Period 2)

[screwyoumarvel]

As the students filed in, they’d see- well. Your typical classroom, honestly. Desks, chairs...

Ridiculously built blonds at the front of the classroom.

Yep.

“Good morning, class!” the one with the cape greeted exuberantly.

“Yes, good morning!” the one in the button-down shirt agreed, somewhat less exuberantly, but still pretty cheerful. “Welcome to Sex Ed. If you think you didn’t sign up for Sex Ed...not so fast, check the roster before you sneak out. You might be surprised.” And probably needed to hear what they were going to say. “I’m Mr. Rogers--not that Mr. Rogers--and this is Thor.” Yes, that Thor. “We’re your teachers for the semester.”

“Now, while I do recognize some of you,” and Thor was just going to take a moment to offer a grin and a wink to any familiar faces out there, because that was how he rolled, “there are some who I do not know, and I suspect Mr. Rogers is in the same boat as I. So! Please, introduce yourselves. Your name, grade, and- one thing you would like to learn about during our time together.”

Because that didn’t hold possibilities for awkwardness at all.

“Please remember this is a classroom, and keep it PG-13,” Steve added hastily. “And be respectful of your fellow students at all times.” Or else Steve would be disappointed at you, and no one wanted that. “You don’t have to agree on everything, but we’ll tolerate no shaming of others in this classroom.”

“Indeed,” Thor nodded, his typical jovial expression turning momentarily serious. It was pretty hard to get on his bad side, but you really, really did not want to be there. “You, start us off,” he added, pointing randomly.