Coping With Change, Friday, Period 3

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Jono was looking a little tired as he stood in front of the students in his classroom today, leaning back against his desk as usual, wrapped in leather up to the nostrils and hair still tousled as though he'd just fallen out of bed. Odds were, he probably had. Was it reassuring at all to know that your teacher had a difficult time pulling it together too, kids?

Nightmares were a bit like that.

//Right, then. Last week I had you all give introductions, and, while sharing a change in your life was optional, most of you did talk a little bit about what you've been through, what you're expecting to go through, or what you're going through now. I'm… actually a little honored that you shared those things in my classroom. Actually accepting that something has changed in your life is a difficult step to take. Opening up and telling it to another person, let alone a group of people, can be bloody terrifying. Like… it becomes real if you admit it aloud. You can't sit in that safe little fantasy bubble forever, of course. Sooner or later you have to just accept that the world around you has become a little different, that family changes or your surroundings are different or you'll never quite look right again when you see yourself in a mirror.//

( Getting a little bit personal, Chamber. )

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Chemistry 102, Friday, Period 2

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"You kids ready to learn?" James asked, kicking off class the right way. "Too bad, you're going to anyway." Oh, wait.

"If you're going to learn Chemistry, the first thing is to get familiar with your periodic table. I have to point out that I've spent countless minutes on the internet here confirming that this world sucks and is missing out on some of the best elements, like Vibranium and Adamantium, but hey, whatcha gonna do? Anyway, it saves you some hassle. Fewer things to learn the atomic weight of."

James handed out traditional periodic tables and before moving over to the larger periodic table at the front of the room. He took out a pointer and started jabbing at the table. "The rows are called periods. The columns are groups. The stupid shape is so that everything can be ranked in a reasonable order we call atomic numbers while being able to group together elements that share properties."

James then explained what the halogens and the noble gases were and how the first 118 elements on the table were natural while the rest were synthetic. And, truth be told, he sounded like somebody who knew what he was talking about, which may have been a surprise after last week.

"But let's be honest. You're here because some of these elements can blow crap up. It's not happening this week, but it will happen and you WILL like it," he said.

"Oh, and I don't know if anyone here comes from a world where all of this sounds like nonsense because you think the elements are wind, water, earth, air, and sometimes heart? Get your heads out of your asses and figure out what you're doing taking a science class, you hippie."

"Rest of the class period, get to know your periodic tables and maybe try to figure out what kind of stuff will explode when you combine them. If you let me know your guesses before you leave, I'll see what I can do about getting them for next week so we can see what happens."

The Modern Workplace and You: Friday, period 1

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“Look, you guys!” Cheryl greeted the class (sans ocelot today, sorry guys) by waving mass of yarn that might have been some sort of clothing item at the class. “Freaking finally. I've been working on this since, like, last year.”

It was only January, Cheryl. Calm down.

( Arts and Crafts. More or Less. )

Flavors, Food Choices, and Menu Planning - Friday, 4th period

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Hannibal nodded at the students as they took seats; today it was on stools around a counter.

"The first part of the class name is 'flavor'," he pointed out, "so, ( to start )

Library, Friday

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When Billy came into the library this morning, everything had been nice and quiet. Then, right around the time he was putting away what had to be every book the library had on baking desserts, he heard someone talking in the next section over.

"Come on Sammy, don't give me those sad eyes."

Billy set his books down and peeked around the corner, but there wasn't anyone there. "Hello?" he called. When he didn't get an answer, he slowly crept back to where he'd been. If no one had heard him, then no one had seen him hearing things, right?

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