Fun in the Sun, Monday, Period 4

[doubleohblonde]

After sending his class an email to meet him there, Bond was waiting at the cause with a portal. When they stepped through, they would have fond themselves on a stunning beach.

"Welcome to Horseshoe Bay, Bermuda, for our final class," Bond said. "Your assignment today is to find some relaxing way to pass the time."

[Class Roster]

Arts & Crafts with Friends, Tuesday

[locointhecoco]

The classroom tables were covered in a wide variety of moddable materials, today, from cleaned up milk cartons to pre-cut slabs of wood to foraged sticks. All along the walls were photos of happy song birds of all varieties, perched on branches, building nests, and hanging out in front of all sorts of different styles of birdhouses. There were building supplies like glue and string and duct tape, and lots of paint and glitter to decorate with.

Also, Pinkie had an accordion.

Fear, students. Fear.

Derek was wishing he'd stayed in the fish based rain and looking about as surly as he always did. "We're building birdhouses," he said like blurting it out would keep Pinkie from singing.

His optimism was adorable.

"MAKE A LITTLE BIRDHOUSE IN YOUR SOUL!" Pinkie sang at the top of her lungs. And then grinned mischievously at him.

Derek sighed the sigh of those who had long ago lost control of their lives. "I regret hugging you."

"Liar," said Pinkie cheerfully. "Not to put too fine a point on it, say I'm the only bee in your bonnet. . . ."

She seemed . . . unlikely to get any actual teaching done, today.

"Just. Just make a birdhouse, everyone. Use any of the materials you want. Glue any body part to something and you get to sing with the pony." Derek was super serious, you guys.

extreme physical education, period 1, tuesday

[necroslacker]

Well, Sam's original class plan had to be scrapped because of the falling fish outside so now they were in the Danger Shop. Everything would still work in here just fine but still. Raining anchovies. Gross.

"Hey guys," he greeted. "Last class so today we're going to do something easy but still pretty fun and extreme. Today, we're going to get behind the wheel of some very ferocious vehicles. And it's going to be your goal to be the last man or woman standing. Sound fun?"

Probably not.

"Okay, it's bumper cars, guys. It's just a big ole bumper car ride that you guys can get in and smack each other with and it'll be totally safe. The cars get up to a fairly high rate of speed and some of those bumps can be pretty wicked so strap in and have fun, okay?"

Flight & Flying [Tuesday, August 12, 2014]

[sith_happened]

It was raining fish outside because of course it was.

Anakin stomped into the flight simulator with a sour look on his face. It was raining anchovies. The only people who were happy ran the pizza place, probably. "Well, at least it's not a brain washing killer carnival?" he offered.

That's Anakin Skywalker, folks: always looking at the glass being half full.

"This is our last class together, and we covered a variety of different flying apparatus. You probably have your favorite--so go ahead and load that program up and play for the rest of the class."

This was as nice as Anakin got.

He coughed. "And if you want to talk about the weekend, well, okay. If you must."

Whatever 101, Tuesday, Period 3

[vanillajello]

One last class! So of course it was raining gross things outside. That's why Kate tended to carry an umbrella in her bag when she came to the island, though, so at least she wasn't covered in anchovies when she stood at the front of the classroom this final time.

... Seamus, who was next to the desk on the floor, was maybe eating a few anchovies. Yeah. He'd loved the trek from the causeway.

"So I heard you guys maybe had a trying weekend." And she knew how those were. Seriously, she knew it well. "And these summer workshop finals are never too hard, anyway. So, this is gonna be pretty easy. For your final, I want each of you to come up to the front of the class and teach the rest of us something. Doesn't have to be anything big. I mean, it can be, but it can be something really small, like where to get the best blueberry muffins in town. Just... pick whatever."

It was in the spirit of the class! She smiled at them.

"And when you're done, if you want, you can pet the corgi. Also, thanks for being a great class, and try not to die. Okay, who wants to go first?"