This Thing You Humans Call Love [Wednesday, 2nd Period]

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There was a noticeable lack of notes, props, or projectors in the classroom today. There where however, various boxes and bowls of candy.

"Good morning and welcome to our final class in this subject," Bond said. "Given that when all is said and dones we've barely even scratched the surface of all the complexities of human sexuality over the last few weeks, rather than have some kind of exam or test, instead we'll be having a rather more relaxed class today, where you can ask me any questions you might still have, or else discuss anything you've learnt with your fellow classmates. Or simply enjoy the sweets."

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[Class Roster]

Friendship is Always in Fashion, Thursday - Period 1

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The first hint the students might have as to the theme of this particular final class was as usual Pinkie Pie's outfit.

She was dressed as Pinkie Pie.

No. Really.

There would be a fundraiser starting for those needing extra money for their therapy bills after this class. Bake sale, anyone? Well, considering the one therapist on island, maybe more along the lines of a meat market.

Bah dum ching.

Derek was wearing a headband with wolf ears on them as his costume. Because Derek was the biggest spoilsport to ever spoil sports. But, for Pinkie, that also meant free reign on the glitter canons.

Fear for your safety.

Really, now, how were they even letting her teach?

"Hihihihi everypony!" She was clearly in fine form, this evening. "We had so much trouble deciding what style to dress up as today that we --" by which she meant 'she', of course "-- decided to just make it a big old fashioned COSTUME PARTY!"

Cue the glitter cannons. Plural.

Sorry, kids. (She was not, in fact, sorry.)

"It's your final," Derek said through gritted teeth. He was never getting all that glitter out of his artfully styled hair. Never. "Just pick a costume. It's an early Halloween."

"Ooo, ooo! Which in Equestria, we call Niiiiiiightmare Niiiiiight." Pinkie did a pretty damn good spooky voice. Especially while wearing a full body costume of herself.

Man, that thing was just creepy.

"It's basically the same thing as humans' Halloween, only the evil pony Nightmare Moon comes down and threatens to eat little ponies. Not for realsies, though! My friends and I defeated Nightmare Moon right after we first met using the elements of harmony and shooting rainbows at her until she turned back into Princess Luna and rejoined Princess Celestia in the palace at Canterlot!"

She then started making little rainbow-laser noises and pretending to fire at people.

Or, well. At Derek, anyway.

It was possible she'd already gotten into the candy stash. Look, it was the only way Derek could get her to stop attempting to sew him a last minute outfit. He didn't even have the legs to be a can-can dancer, okay? Get yourself together, Pinkie.

Derek sighed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his stylish (AND AVAILABLE AT MACY'S) leather jacket, working on ignoring the lasers of friendship and rainbows being fired at him. He was getting pretty good at it now. "Have some candy before she inhales the rest," he grumbled in as kind tone as he could.

Practical Etiquette [Thursday, August 22, 2013, 2nd period]

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"So this is our last class," Josh said to the class assembled in the Danger Shop. "In celebration, I've taken you out for brunch at my favorite restaurant: Old Ebbitt Grill, the oldest pub in Washington, DC."

He sat down in one of the leather booths. "Of all the etiquette we use every day, the most important is table manners. Now I'm not talking about correctly knowing how to use a snail fork, but chewing with your mouth closed, picking up the check, not saying 'ewwwwwwwww' about what someone else ordered...all of that is the difference between a second date, a promotion, or a reputation as someone really, really gross. Because of that, I'm not going to put you against fake people. You have to sit with your classmates and not make asses of yourselves. Good luck."

The Care and Feeding Of (Human) Sidekicks, Friday, 3rd Period

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"Every partnership ends," Batman said. As he said this, the sidekicks who had appeared sporadically throughout the class walked up to the front of the room. The looked older. Late teens. Mullets. Wearing all black aside from some color accents. "One way or another, eventually, they end."

The mullet-headed scamps suddenly disappeared because somebody was being the Literal Knight today. The Caped Unsubtleguy.

"When this happens, it's tempting to place all the blame on them, or decide that it was something that had to happen. If you leave it at that, you're doing yourself a disservice. If nothing else, it's a chance for reflection."

"Your final for this class is to think about where you stand as a person and a leader now compared to where you you did at the start of this session. Granted, this will be a very limited experience compared to where you were after, say, a 12 year partnership. But a little reflection is rarely a bad thing."

"Once you're done with your reflections, you're free to leave."