Meditation and the Art of Kicking Ass [Thursday, September 4, 2014]

[sith_happened]

Anakin was back in the center of the room, looking...damp and not entirely serene. Teaching guided meditation when ice water kept dropping from nowhere was going to be a challenge. At least today he was more prepared for it: there was a pile of fluffy towels tucked into the corner of the Danger Shop to dry off anyone who got hit with a sudden deluge (assuming that the water wouldn't also hit the towels).

"Hello," Anakin said, gesturing for the students to join him on the mats. "The very first lesson in meditation is to learn how to concentrate on your own breathing without listening to every stupid thought your brain tosses at you. Sit down and make sure you're comfortable, then start counting your breaths. We're not trying to control them or hold them--just focus on how your body is working." He closed his eyes. "Breathe in, then out and count your breath silently to yourself. When you get to ten, start ove-eeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEE SITHSPIT."

Guess who just got drenched, kids. Go on.

Glaring at the ceiling, Anakin blew out a frustrated breath. "Then start again. Stang."

Creative Writing--So Simple Even You Can Do It! (Probably)

[doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com]

Navaan was on time today and no one was happier about it than she was.

( He declared, she protested )

[Link in text goes to NSFW comic. Slight warning for juvenile humor. OCD FINALLY up, no thanks to LJ]

The Art of Baking with Friends, Thursday

[justlurkinghere]

Class today was decked out in festive autumn leaves -- though it probably didn't feel much like autumn yet to most students -- and the work spaces were piled with fresh apples, rhubarb, pie crusts, tins, and cookie cutters.

Pinkie waved excitedly at the students as they entered. "Rhubarb!" she told them. "Rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb!"

Derek just… stared. For a little bit. "Yeah. That's a new one."

"Rhubarb rhubarb," said Pinkie, much in the same tone she might say "Oh Derek." "Rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb, rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb. Rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb -- rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb -- rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb! Rhubarb. Rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb." Then she laughed delightedly.

"...right. We're making rhubarb apple pies today," Derek said, trying to just get this insanity over with. But he didn't realize that there was no end to this insanity. No end.

There was a selection of premade pie crusts in plastic wrap and buckets of apples and rhubarb for anyone to use. If they felt like participating. Just not in the rhubarbing.

Pinkie would judge them if they didn't. JUDGE THEM.

"Rhubarb," she confirmed. "Rhubarb rhubarb rhuBARB!"

And there was the glitter.

Class could now officially begin.