The Occult | Period 1 | Tuesday

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So, it was time for her first class. Paige had found the school just fine and taken a moment to marvel at the fact that it was a damn castle. She hadn't seen buildings like this in a long, long time. After that moment of awe had come and gone, Paige had slipped inside and found her classroom.

She didn't write anything on the board of do anything else ridiculous like that. Instead, she took a seat behind the desk and waited. She didn't really know what to expect of the class but she figured most of them would be amaurotic.

Eventually, the small group of students filed in and took a seat. Paige stood up and circled around the desk so she could lean against it.

"Hello." Good start, obviously. "My name is Paige Mahoney and I'm really rather new to both America and teaching. To give you a little background on myself, I was born in Ireland but I come from London though it's probably not like the London some of you might have visited. You've all signed up to learn about all things revolving around the occult so either you're interested or chose classes by closing your eyes and pointing."

Either one was a sound option to her. "We'll start everything out by getting some background on each other so I know where we stand. For instance, I'll let you all know that I'm clairvoyant. Specifically, a dream walker."

She didn't really think any of the students were going to be wanting her power so she could be a little more open about it. She was still adjusting to the lack of NVD or SVD. "I've a connection to the aether, or the spiritual realm. Right now, in addition to seeing you all, I can see your auras as well. And some of you might sense a few spirits around me. I keep a few close by for protection. I'm not sighted so I can't see the spirits but I sense them."

Paige paused and gave a quiet, almost rueful laugh. "I'm still getting used to being able to say these things in meatspace. Or, you know, the corporeal world. But, I have been assured that this place is different then where I came from."

Paige smiled briefly and hoped that was a decent enough introduction for the moment. "In this class, we'll be exploring a few different subsets of the occult. We'll learn why people seem to fear occult studies and objects and why they don't always have to. I'll be looking for your input on certain things since my knowledge of some things is limited due to a variety of factors. But first, again, let's learn about each other. All I'd like to know is your name, if you have any experience with the occult and if there's anything you'd like to learn."

Paige circled back around and took her seat. "And, from what I hear, I'm allowed a teacher's assistant. If anyone wants that job, let me know. For now, let's start with the introductions."

Library, Tuesday

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Today, you'd find William glued to his laptop during the morning.

Well, not literally glued. But they were announcing the rosters for the Canadian men's hockey team for the Olympic games in February. It was practically his duty as a Canadian to be paying attention to this!

After the roster announcement, though, he was certainly willing to assist anyone who needed it.

Handling Your Powers, Tuesday

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Kaidan's class was scheduled for the Danger Shop every week for obvious reasons. But since he wasn't actually planning to get into the real stuff this week, he'd programmed in some chairs and some desks and... left it at that. Felt kind of weird, to make a normal classroom out of the Danger Shop, but it would pay off again later.

"Hey," he greeted. "Welcome to Handling Your Powers. Over the next couple of months, we're going to be doing physical and mental training exercises that will hopefully help you get a better handle on whatever powers you acquired, were born with, or got thrust on you."

That kind of thing got complicated.

"It can be rough being something other than baseline human," he said. "I recognize that. I had to go through it myself, growing up; I was part of the first generation of biotic kids born on Earth." He held up his hand, floating a pen up out of his hands. The practice made the rest of him glow faintly blue. "I had to deal with a lot of prejudice, and, even worse, bad education. I learned that you can't teach kids how to handle themselves by pushing them too hard or making too many demands."

The pen dropped back into his hand.

"So let's set up a rule right here, right now. I'm going to need some information about what you can do before we can set up a training program that will fit your needs. But-- if there's something you don't want to discuss, something you don't want to share either with me or with the class... just say you don't want to talk about it. As far as I'm concerned, at that point, discussing it is off the table and I won't bring it up again." He shot a Look at the class. "And neither will any of your peers, unless you say it's okay."

With that out of the way...

"Now, this isn't going to be an ordinary class. We're not going in with a pre-set syllabus. What we do here depends on you; on what you need, on what you can do, on what you can't. So unlike most introduction classes, this one's actually pretty important. I need to know your name, I need to know what you can do - as much of it as you're willing to share - and I need to know what you feel you need help with."

He nodded at the first student he saw. "The floor is yours."

How To Make Friends and Influence People, Tuesday

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The classroom assigned to How To Make Friends and Influence People was dark. There was a note taped to the door, written not in Anakin's handwriting but in Kaidan Alenko's blocky military script.

DUE TO OUTSIDE CIRCUMSTANCES
HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS AND INFLUENCE PEOPLE
STARTS A WEEK LATER THAN ORIGINALLY SCHEDULED
CLASS WILL BEGIN NEXT TUESDAY, SAME TIME
USE THIS TIME TO READ YOUR SYLLABUS

Kaidan didn't actually know if Anakin had a syllabus; it just seemed like sane advice.

[[ fry is stuck without internet, alas. she apologizes for the inconvenience. ]]

Emergency Medical Situations, Wednesday, Period 1

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Well, the school was big and imposing, but the classroom was what he'd expected--desks, chairs, chalkboard. In future weeks he'd need more floorspace and probably the Danger Shop, but for today this'd do just fine.

He wrote his name on the board--Dr. McCoy. Then he stood in what he hoped was a teacher-ly stance. What was he supposed to do with his hands? Okay. Just--

"Welcome to Emergency Medical Situations. I'm Dr. McCoy. Bit new to teaching, but don't think that means you can goof. The things you'll learn in this class could save someone's life. Hopefully the only time that'll be tested is the final exam."

The best McCoy could wish on these kids is to never have to face any of the situations brought up in class.

"First caveat of the course--these techniques I'm teaching are to be used in emergencies only, to tide the sick or wounded over only until they can get to a real doctor. Self-surgery is not a substitute for clinics and hospitals. People like me go to school for an awful long time to do this. Don't think this is a get-out-of-doctors-free card."

If he had a dollar for every homemade patch job that resulted in later complications he'd seen in his residency alone, he'd have paid off medical school by now.

"You're all new to me, so first day means introductions. Name, year, and an injury or illness you've had. I assume all of you have had at least a paper-cut and a cold, so you've all got something to share. Even tiny hurts can become big hurts if untreated. Last of all, if you've got any specific questions or topics you'd like covered, I'd like to hear that, too."

He waved his hand vaguely. "Oh, and if anyone would like to be a T.A., I'd appreciate the help. Just come talk to me after class. I also have office hours on Monday. Office #17, starting next week."

Literature- Wednesday- 2nd period

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Jess didn't have the first day nerves that she had the first time she taught a class here. This time she was all too happy to watch everyone show up in the classroom and hope that they had signed up on purpose.

"Good morning, everybody," she greeted them. "I'm Miss Day, and this is Literature 102. It's not the first time in my class for all of you, and for those of you who are new, you will be reading, you will be writing book reports, and I will try to make it as bearable as possible for you." Sometimes it might involve costumes! "So today we're going to take it kind of easy. We're going to do introductions, and hopefully you're not all completely sick of them yet, where you tell everyone your name and what you like to read. And then when we're through with that, I want you to find someone else in class to talk to and tell them why you like to read it.

"And then on your way out, grab a copy of the meta for Emma! Read it for next week, we're going to talk about it."