Beginning Gourmet Cooking Techniques | Tuesday, 1st Period

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal eyed the students as they sat down. Class was meeting in the Danger Shop today, which he’d been thrilled to learn of, since it meant being able to supply enough adequate cookware and appliances for everyone. (He had no intention of trusting it to supply food, but still.) “I see some familiar faces,” he nodded to the ones he knew, “and some unfamiliar ones. I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter, and this is Beginning Gourmet Cooking Techniques, so if you are here for anything else, you are in the wrong place.” ( He paused to let anyone leave who needed to. )

History: An Exploration of Overlooked Historical Events ; Tuesday ; Period 3

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First day of class and Riley had overslept. Not bad enough to be late but bad enough that he'd stumbled into the classroom with his laptop shoved hastily in his bag, his tie askew (don't ask why he was wearing a tie, he thought it was mandatory for teaching) and his hair standing on end. He had about five minutes to style his hair with his hands before students started arriving.

And then there were students in front of him and Riley was staring owlishly. Right, he had to talk. He was in charge here. Not Ben. Not Abigail. Not Ian.

"Uh, hey there," he said carefully. "I'm Riley Poole and looks like I'm gonna be your teacher for this class. I'm pretty new here so I'd appreciate any laughing at me be done when I'm not paying attention. I have a fragile ego."

Not really.

"Anyway, if you're here, you apparently want to learn about historical events that tend to get overlooked or overshadowed by other things such as limited information being available about the event, other situations made to be more important and thus focused on or people just being bored and not caring about the event. So, that's what we'll cover today. But, I know it's the first class so we won't get too deep into things yet."

Even if he wanted to. Hey, he loved history too. He just didn't want to marry it like Ben did. "We'll start easy. Sybil Ludington is sometimes called the female Paul Revere. She was sixteen years old when she rode over forty miles through rough terrain on her horse, Star, to alert the American colonial forces that the British were coming. She was that young and that fearless and yet, history doesn't remember her. They remember Paul Revere even though Sybil Ludington rode further than him and was younger than him. But, history remembers Revere, which is unfortunate. So, for introductions, let me know your name and how you'd make sure history doesn't forget you over some other person."

Riley leaned against his desk and nodded at a student to go first.

Library, Tuesday

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Opening the library on Monday mornings had been part of William's routine for so long that it felt... strange... to be doing so on a different day.

The books apparently agreed, as none of the volumes he attempted to reshelve today were staying put.

"You're being ridiculous," William chided the stack that had appeared on the circulation desk by the time he got back from the stacks.

Ethics [Tuesday, September 3, 2013]

[sith_happened]

Anakin, working on his new goal of being less of a dick in the classroom that Dr. Doom (admittedly, not that high a bar to clear), swept into the room with his cloak swirling behind him.

Because Anakin would always be a bit of a drama llama.

"This is Ethics class," he began, glancing around the room and memorizing faces. "I'm Anakin Skywalker. In addition to being your teacher, I'm also the dean of students so if you have any questions or problems that are more substantial than 'my roommate snores' or 'I was forced to wear flowers against my will on Saturday', I'm here to listen. My office hours are on Thursdays." He leaned a little awkwardly against his desk positioned up at the front of the classroom. Relaxing was never going to be something he was all that comfortable with. "Ethics is a tricky subject because ethics are so individually calibrated. What I might do without stopping to wonder about might be a punishable offense on a world one of you hails from. Because of that, this class is very discussion and activity based. My job, as I see it, is to prepare you to face your own world again after you've left Fandom, not to calibrate your moral compass to better reflect mine."

Because the Force knew Mr. "Sure, I'll Kill Younglings" was hardly the most reliable person to be judged against.

"That means that I welcome discussion, but not arguments that devolve into 'your world is stupid' or something equally inane. I have absolutely no problem coming up with busy work for you to do on a Saturday." After making sure each student was absorbing that to his satisfaction, he nodded. "All right. Today we start with an exercise called 'two truths and a lie.' You provide three facts about you, but only two of them are correct. It's up to your classmates to decide which one is the lie. If you are uncomfortable with lying, you can provide an example that's clearly incorrect. If you choose to give us examples that are all lies, well, that's your choice, though I would wonder about your ability to follow directions."

He cleared his throat and centered himself in the Force, just in case any of the students could read minds or intentions in order to figure out which of his three facts was a lie. "I'll begin. I'm a grandfather, I've spent almost five years on this island, and you can find action figure collectibles of me in my home galaxy."

Hand-to-Hand Combat & Self Defense, Tuesday, Period 4

[jaegerbombdad]

The students should have received a note asking them to meet in the gym, where they would find a tall, scruffy ginger Australian with a military bearing and one arm in a sling. Next to him sat a happy-looking, slightly overweight brown and white bulldog. "Right, listen up," Herc said to his students in a carrying sort of voice. "I'm Hercules Hansen, that's Mister Hansen to you lot, and this is Hand-to-Hand Combat and Self Defense. If you're in the wrong room, that's impressive, because there aren't any other classes on right now by my schedule, but no harm done. I'm just gonna tell you up front, I'm new to this teaching business, but if you think that means you're gonna get one over on me, think again.

"This is Max," he said, indicating the dog at his feet, "Max has run of the classroom, but please do not disrupt class by calling him over or playing with him. I want you paying attention to me, not my s--" he hesitated for a moment, his jaw tightening a little, then said firmly, "Not to my dog. Don't worry, he knows better than to get underfoot while you're working. You may pet Max before or after class, or if he happens to wander over to you during class, as long as you're still paying attention. Anyone caught giving Max treats will be reminded to be sneakier in the future. Any questions?"

He paused for a moment, then bulled right on. "No? Good. I think the name of the class gives you a pretty good idea of what it's about, so let's get started. I want your names, so I know who's who, I want to know what your experience level is, and...one interesting fact about you." Maybe it would help him remember their names. "In the future if you could show up in workout clothes and try to get warmed up before class starts, that would be great, but we're not gonna do much today so you should be fine. I obviously can't demonstrate some things for the next few weeks," he added, glancing down at his injured arm, "so if someone would like to volunteer to demonstrate, I would appreciate that. See me after class. We can make you a teaching assistant. Otherwise I'll pick someone at random at the beginning of class. Right, let's get started."