Fun With Microwaves!, Wednesday

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Yeah, this was definitely a class that was going to regularly be meeting in the Danger Shop. Thor was maybe a little reckless when it came to charging in to battle, but less so when dealing with his students. So while they'd be spending the next seven weeks putting things they were told never to put in microwaves into microwaves, they'd be doing it in an environment with safety controls so that things could get shut down if necessary.

"Hello, and welcome to Fun With Microwaves!" he greeted everyone. "I do hope you signed up for this class on purpose. If you did not, I hope you enjoy the next several weeks in any case. I assume most of you have some passing familiarity with the microwaving device?" he checked. "If so, then you are probably aware that there are some objects you are advised not to place within its confines. In this class, we will be ignoring those guidelines, and every week shall microwave a different object or substance to see what happens." Why? Because why the heck not, that's why. Hence why there was a microwave in front of each student. As well as lab coats and safety goggles, because of the possibility of things getting a little messy.

"But before we begin, although I recognize some of you, sharing names is an important tradition on the first day of class. I am Thor Odinson, and shall be your instructor for this session. Please share with the group your name, the year of schooling you will be entering in the fall, and what is one thing you'd always wanted to put in the microwave but did not?"

Once introductions were done, he handed out several packs of bubble gum to each student. "All you need to do is place the chewing gum substance within the microwave, and then set the timer for whatever length of time you desire. Then, watch the results."

Yeah, as far as classes went, this one was bound to be pretty straightforward.

Everything’s A Weapon, Wednesday, Period 1

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Ugh. It was too goddamned early in the morning for this class, wasn't it? Not that Reno was complaining any. He had a coffee in hand and he'd set up the Danger Shop to look like an old favorite scenario of his from a class that he'd co-taught once before, with Cindy.

( Yeah, it was the old toy store program. )

[OOC: Open Have fun!]

Customer Service and You [Wednesday, July 2, 2014]

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"Welcome to Customer Service and You," Josh said. "I have had some seriously itchy polyblend shirts made up for you in bright yellow with your names on 'em. No need to thank me, but you do need to wear them every week."

Mean, Josh.

"This class is gonna show you how to interact with people in a way that doesn't involve you setting them on fire because people can be amazingly, amazingly stupid but jail is not really a good thing," Josh said. He gestured around at the county fair he'd programmed the Danger Shop to look like. "Since the Fourth of July is Friday, America is chock full of hometown fun like this full of sticky, over-sugared kids, parents bitching about how much watered down beer costs, and at least one teenager trying to rock the ferris wheel basket until his girlfriend bursts into tears and breaks up with him for being a di--" Josh remembered he was talking to students just in time, "--jerk. Anyway, you'll each be given a job that you're pulling out of this hat--" he held out a Mets ball cap, "--and then I'll send some Danger Shop people at you to be annoying. The goal is to not have them ask for your supervisor. Good luck!"

Practical Philosophy, Wednesday

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Ender preferred to keep his classes outside when the weather allowed for it at all. As the temperatures were decent and it didn't look like it was going to rain just yet, he took the class outside to the dorm lawn where he sat down on the ground. "Sit down in a circle, please."

He had a bag of sandwiches and a bag of bottles of water with him, which he put in the middle of the circle.

"Welcome," he said. "My name is Andrew Wiggin. I'm an alumnus of this school; I graduated several years ago." That was all they needed to know, as far as he was concerned. "And you might be wondering what you signed on for."

"While 'philosophy' is in my class's title, we're not here primarily to talk about the philosophers of old or the specifics of particular lines of thought in philosophy. In this class, we try to put our own experiences into a greater perspective through conversation and debate. That means I expect some level of participation from all of you."

This was the part where he smiled, at least a little. "That doesn't mean you always need to speak up about yourself," he said. "No topics are everything to everyone. If that week's subject veers too close to something you want to keep private, be my guest - just try and pitch in when someone else speaks. Ask questions."

"Because that's the point of this class: to ask questions of ourselves and of the people around us. You can even ask questions of me, if you feel the need. And maybe together we can get to the core of our joint and individual experiences." His mouth quirked a bit more. "That doesn't mean we're always going to be lingering on the existential questions - or staring at our belly buttons. It just means we're going to try and dig and come to some understanding about each other, ourselves, and the world."

He picked up a bottle of water. "As for today, let's open a dialogue," he said. "For some of you, this is all new. How is it working for you? Are you elated? Annoyed? Don't want to be here? Achingly happy to be here? And for those of you who aren't - how has the past year treated you? Has there been anything that made you cry or made you think or made you wonder?"

"We can talk about that. Or you can bring up something else you feel is worth questioning. I consider most topics fair game, as long as they're brought up with regard for your fellow students. I can't claim knowledge on most, but I can claim an ability to annoy you with questions about just about anything."

He paused, then nodded at the surly tattooed youth also sitting in the circle. "That's your TA, by the way. His name is Cade."