Still want to be a Hero?, Thursday, 3rd Period

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara had her students meet her in front of the preserve, mostly because she could, where she waited for them, striking a properly intimidating pose...if not for the fact there was a small, brown, spotted cat romping through the grass at her feet.

"This is Still Want To Be a Hero?, where I try to knock some sense into your heads," Cara said, because verbal filters were for other people. "I recognise most of you, but we're still going to do introductions for the new kids. So names, and tell me why you think being a hero is in any way a good decision."

"Then, once we've gotten that out of the way, I want you to share with the class a tale of some great hero from your homelands. Feel free to ask each other questions about your stories, but only after they've finished it." Only she was allowed to be rude.

Cara gestured towards the kitten, who was now stalking insects through the grass. "Finally, those of you who were here last session remember my lovely and adorable assistant, Surreal," she said, as Surreal pounced at a butterfly and missed. "I'd advise anyone who feels an urge for teasing to wait until she doesn't have multiple weapons attached."

Sports, Friday, Period 1

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It was the holiday celebrating the birth of this country and it was also Flash's first day of class. This hardly seemed fair. He was a veteran! Oh well, he'd get over it. He was doing class on the beach, after all, so it couldn't be that bad.

It certainly looked like he had his artificial legs on, but he was actually using the symbiote today. Because have you ever tried artificial legs or a wheelchair on sand? Nope, he was cheating.

"Morning, everyone. My name is Flash Thompson, but for as long as I'm teaching any kind of phys ed workshop or class, I'd prefer if you called me Coach. Blame it on playing too much football in high school if you need to, but I promise that's the most demanding thing I'll ask of you the next couple months."

"Well, that, plus giving it your all every day and having some fun with these games," Flash amended. "Since today's a pretty important holiday and there's going to be a beach party a little later anyway, we're just going to use the net that's already been set up and play some beach volleyball. And since we an odd number of people in this workshop, one of the teams gets me. But I'm not exactly the most mobile player around, so I promise it won't be too much of an advantage."

"I'm going to go over the rules, give you some time to practice bumping, and then we're just going to start playing. And when it's your first turn to serve, introduce yourself to the class. Name, what grade you're going into this fall, and what your favorite sport is."

The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People [Friday]

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Class today was not meeting in the weirdo headf Danger Shop. Class today was meeting on the beach. Because it was the Fourth of July, that was why. In case you had forgotten, perhaps Pam's stars and stripes swimming suit might ring a few bells.

"This has to be some kind of work violation," she insisted, completely ignoring the kids piling in in favor of bitching at her co-teacher. "It's totally a federal holiday. We should at least be getting, like, double overtime."

Pam, considering how bad you were at teaching, it was a miracle they paid you at all.

( Beach day! )

Philosophy of Food, Friday period 3

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was not having class on the beach today; some of the students were just going to have to sit in a classroom. Sorry, folks; sand wasn't an intrinsic part of anybody's diet that he was aware of.

He leaned up against the desk, which had a number of covered dishes on it, and watched them all file in. When everybody was seated, he smiled, nodded, and began.( Read more... )