The Modern Workplace and You: Friday, Period 1

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Class today was taking place in the Danger Shop. Not because of any ocelot-related shenanigans (sorry, Zeela) because really, your teachers didn’t care if you were mauled to death, anyway. But because they needed a jail environment and hadn’t thought to ask the sheriff ahead of time.

(They had considered just crashing the jail and asking the cops nicely to lock up the students, but wow, that sounded like way too much effort.)

( The hoosegow. The joint. The clink. )

(WAIT FOR THE OCD, KIDZ)

Chemistry 102, Friday, Period 2

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"Last class! Final next week! You know what that means," James said. "We're watching one of the last episodes of whatsitsface. Beloved characters die! Babies cry! Everyone's unhappy! And you get no Kleenex to deal with any tears you might have. It's to toughen you up for the future, I swear."

"Oh, and the lesson here is to not use science to commit crime. Remember that," James said. No, he didn't manag to keep a straight face.

Coping With Change, Friday, Period 3

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Jonothon was, as usual, already leaning back against his desk with his arms crossed over his chest when his students filed in.

//I know,// he began, //that the headless version of myself at one point attempted to throw arts and crafts supplies at those of you who showed up for class a few weeks ago, so I hope that this lesson doesn't actually look as though that's what I'm attempting to do. But today, we'll be covering self-expression. Coping through venting your feelings, finding some outlet and letting it out, either by speaking, performing, creating some sort of art...//

He shrugged his shoulders.

//I'm not saying you even have to be good at whatever you choose to do. We're not all musicians, public speakers, dancers, authors, or painters, and self-expression can be as simple as keeping a diary and never sharing it with the world, putting together a playlist that echoes how you feel, or scribbling in the margins of your notes. Something your own, something that you can put your emotions into when they're running high. It's often useful for helping you sort thoughts, express feelings, calm down or nerve yourself up to doing what needs to be done. The ways to express yourself and the reasons for doing so are well and truly varied, I could be here all week going over them.//

And considering how long Jono's lectures usually ran, that wasn't even really an exaggeration.

//Today, we're going to talk about different forms of self-expression that you might embrace. If you're the sort of person to throw yourself into artful flower arranging in order to deal with the stress of finals, or if you've always wanted to give fashion design a try, feel free to share that with the class. Me, I reach for my guitar when I have something I want to get off my chest. Or I play loud music. Or I work out. What about you lot?//

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

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"Today being our last class, it's time for our dress rehearsal, as it were." Hannibal smiled at his students. "I hope you each know your recipes and how they fit into the meal as a whole. I will be here and answering questions, and I will certainly help, but this is meant to be your learning experience, so I won't be doing it all for you. Today is the day for working out any last-minute issues."

Was that smile reassuring? He meant for it to be.