Surf & Turf, Wednesday, Period Four

[doubleohblonde]

The sky was cloudy but the weather was warm enough down at Serenity Cove. Which was a good thing, considering Bond was standing waist deep in the water, holding a ball and clearly waiting for them to join him.

"Good afternoon," he began once they were in the water, tossing the ball from hand to hand. "Now you may have noticed last week that running through water requires a different kind of effort than either running normally or swimming. Today we'll be focused on developing that further as well as improving your situational awareness with a game of keep away."

He held up the ball. "Your goal is to be the one holding the ball at the end of class. Once you have possession of the ball, you must keep at least one hand on the ball at all times or you lose it and cannot try to regain it until one of your classmates has possession of it. The two who don't have the ball can use any non-powered methods short of causing physical harm to try and capture it."

"Your time starts now." He tossed the ball to the nearest student.

[Class Roster]

The Art of Friendship (and Glitter!!!!), period 3

[locointhecoco]

Today in class, there was paint and clothing dye. That meant one of the teachers was wearing an old pair of jeans and tank top in order to keep from ruining his nicely monochromatic wardrobe.

Everyone but Stiles, you're welcome.

The other teacher was also wearing worn jeans and a tank top, though hers appeared to be more about a fashion statement than any attempt at functionality.

They had hippies in Ponyville. Who knew?

"Hihihi, students!" Pinkie crowed, waving one bangled hoof in the air with a cheerful chiming sound. "Oo, that sounds neat!" She stood on her hind legs and waved both front hooves, making her bangles jangle about excitedly. "Eeee!"

Derek covered his face with his hand, sighing and praying for strength to get through this. "We're never discussing fashion before class again," he hissed. "Today is finger painting."

And he just couldn't bring himself to mention the second part. Because he wasn't a hippie, damn it.

That's alright, Derek, Pinkie would do it for you. "Aaaaaaaaaaand TIE-DYE!" And she flung rubber bands into the air.

With glitter.

Yep.

No, it wasn't worth wondering just how she always had some glitter on her... person. Pony-son? Whatever.

Derek sighed again, aggressively handing out instructions for how to accomplish different patterns with the dye.

"Hope you're all ready to get meeeesssssyyyy!" Pinkie said happily. "Because it's not tie-dye or hoof -- sorry, finger painting without it!" She demonstrated by dipping one hoof into a pot of paint and stamping a purple hoofprint on her own cheek.

At least she hadn't tried to stamp it on Derek.

Library, Thursday

[genesishero]

Apparently this week the books had gotten it into their heads (minds? glossaries?) that Evan was trying a little too hard to be an upstanding member of society, these days. He hadn't really thought much of it at first, when he'd come in to find a stack of books about Wild West outlaws needing to be re-shelved. Heck, silly Westerns were right up his alley, and he even set a few aside to read later before going to put the rest away.

When he came back to the desk and there was a heap of books about mobsters, he squinted a little, but put them away all the same.

His last straw was the copy of the Anarchist Cookbook, sitting nice and comfy in his seat when he returned from shelving an armload of books about computer hacking for fun and profit.

"Okay," he mumbled as he went and deposited the book on Constantine's desk, "I know you belong in Special Collections. Guys, stop it, or I'll send you all in there with it!"

The books behaved themselves for the rest of the day.

[OOC: Open!]

Developing Your Personal Style, Thursday, Period 1

[wasthecuteone]

"Hey, guys!" Petra said cheerfully once everyone had gathered in the classroom. "So, most of you probably already know me, but for those of you that don't, I'm Petra and I just graduated, so, none of this 'Miss West' or anything, I'm not old enough. Just Petra. And this is Developing Your Personal Style. I want to apologize for class not meeting last week, LJ was being a dick I had something come up." 'Something' being a conference call with her lawyer and the other Teen Dreamers that ran waaaaaaaaaaay over. Lots of shouting. Lots of it. "It won't happen again, I promise, but if I do have to break that promise, it's okay, because you have two fabulous TAs, Minako Aino and Kenzi...um, Kenzi, I can't read your last name. Whatever. Minako and Kenzi! Your TAs!

"Moving right along, last week I would have had everyone introduce themselves, so we're still going to do that. I want your name, year, and three words that you think describe your style. And then we're going to refine that by defining our personal aesthetic. I know that sounds really technical, but don't freak out." Petra bent down to pick up one enormous bin, then another, and place them on her desk. One was full of fashion magazines, the other, assorted fabric remnants, bits of trim, accessories, feathers, that kind of thing. "We're going to be making collages!" she said enthusiastically. "Using materials that relate to how you see your style and how you would like to see your style. And then if you would like to, you can explain to the rest of the group how you chose the elements you did. Okay? Okay!"

Customers? Not Always Right [Thursday, May 23, 2013]

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

Today the Danger Shop looked a lot like the school library, albeit with a lot more people wandering through it.

"Today you will not be wearing hairnets," Josh began,"but you will still be assisting customers. Some of them will be young, some will be quite old, and some, as always, will be completely out of their minds."

A lot would be that last one because Josh was kind of mean to his students.

"Grab your ID tags--" they even had correct names on them, which Josh thought was very nice of him, "--find a spot behind the counter, and get ready to face the public."