Beginning Gourmet Cooking Techniques | Tuesday, 1st Period

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was not best pleased. He was doing his best to stay pleasant, but he had a suit upstairs in his office with chocolate stains all over it, and his hair was still wet from being washed in the sink. At least he'd learned to keep spare clothing here.

"Today is your final exam," he said with no preamble. "I hope you can all guess what that will be." The kitchen stations around the room and the computers in between them might be a hint. "There are a wide variety of meats, produce, spices, and other materials in the refrigerators. I want you each to cook a meal. At least three dishes and a drink to go with it.

"The more you use of what you've learned this semester, the higher your score. You will also get points for presentation, difficulty, number of dishes, how well the parts of the meal go together, creativity, and proper technique." Think of it as an Olympic skating event.

"You may use whatever resources you like, including each other, the Internet, and me. But keep in mind your time is limited.

"Any questions?" He nodded and waved them at their stations.

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

[jaegerbombdad]

"Congratulations," Herc said as the class assembled in the Danger Shop. "You've made it through the semester. One last hurdle, though: today you'll face a simulation designed to test your abilities." Each simulation was different and moddable, designed to what he thought the student's level was. "Thanks for making my first go at this teaching thing not so bad; now let's get started."

Library, Tuesday

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

Well, at least he had hands.

That was what William was telling himself as he brushed marshmallows off his hat before entering the library, anyway.

After dabbing the sploshes of hot (well, warmish) chocolate off his hat and shoulders, he set to work sending off the notices for overdue books.

Ethics [Tuesday, December 17, 2013]

[sith_happened]

Anakin's class' arrival interrupted their teacher picking marshmallows out of his hood.

"Fandom is ridiculous," he declared. "I blame the weather machine from Sunday."

He stood up and passed out their final exam. "As always, I'm not grading you for your ethical choice, but rather your ability to explain why you chose what you did. You've been a fairly adequate group of students, and I'll be following your progress for the rest of your time here."

If that sounded faintly ominous, well, Anakin.