Student Council [Friday, Lunchtime]

[bigdamnprincipal]

By now, the routine of the student council meetings was pretty much set - there was food (pizza, with a variety of toppings), drinks, pumpkin and non-pumpkin flavored things, and Zoe, looking a little tired but pleased to see everyone nonetheless.

"Even though we don't exactly run a normal school here, we do have some normal things that go on, and one of those is Homecoming," she said. "It's scheduled for next weekend, so there will be alumni all over the place and we'll have a dance on Saturday. We also typically have a carnival on Friday - a real one, not a creepy one." Thanks weird circus people! "Our primary goal today is to come up with a theme for the dance. Our decoration options are pretty unlimited as are, unfortunately, our glitter reserves. Just something to keep in mind."

Beginning Gourmet Cooking Techniques | Friday, 3rd period

[sharp_as_knives]

The class was meeting at Portalocity again, this time to head out to a local butcher's shop.

Hannibal nodded to the students. "I've found a more representative version of Baltimore this time, so no more green light and headaches," he promised. "We've discussed how to cut meat, but there are a number of different meats you may encounter. Different cuts are useful for different things. The flavor and texture of meat on an animal varies depending upon which part of the body it comes from. Also, different strains have different flavors, and their diet makes a difference.

"I have arranged for the butchers to show you the various cuts of beef, pork, and lamb, and where on the carcass they come from. We'll then be bringing a number of cuts back with us, and I will demonstrate the different ways each of them cooks. Today you get a day off from cooking yourself; there won't likely be time for it. Please do pay close attention, though."

Things you will learn on this trip:
Cuts of beef
Cuts of pork
Cuts of lamb

Things you will not learn but might wonder

American History: Lies Your Other Teachers Told You [Period 2]

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

Today, everyone had received a note (a handwritten note, not an email, in way-too-perfect cursive) to meet in the Danger Shop. And the explanation for the note was probably pretty obvious when it wasn't Josh there to greet them, but a very nervous-looking Celia. It had taken her the better part of the morning to figure out how to program everything, but after a call to Barry and several iterations of, "Technology is stupid and I hate it," she finally had the whole thing up and running.

She'd transformed the shop into a New York of her own time, complete with horse-drawn streetcars, tall smokestacks, and a much, much shorter skyline. She waved one gloved hand as she spotted people coming in, smiling a little shyly.

"Good morning. Professor Lyman couldn't be here today, and he asked me to fill in for him." God only knew why -- she'd never felt less prepared to teach anything, which was why she'd fallen back on what she knew, personally. "And I figured that...well, with the exception of Cosette," to whom she gave a conspiratorial little smile if she was there, "most of you don't know what the time periods we're studying look like first hand. So. This is New York City, circa 1880. You'll notice that there's no skyscrapers, and if you get a view of the harbor, you'll see that Lady Liberty's still under construction."

She gestured expansively behind her, to where the tallest buildings were probably about ten stories at the most. "The biggest thing you might notice is the air pollution, and the population," she added. "Right now we're right in the middle of the Industrial Revolution -- not that we call it that in my time, but that's what the books refer to it as, now. We're seeing a surge in immigration, which is only going to increase as industrialization does, and unfortunately, we haven't quite figured out clean fuel." So that would be why everything was sort of vaguely dirty. Oh, coal.

"Have a look around, explore. There's a tailor over there if you want to blend in, but no one's going to especially care if you don't. There's factories to tour, streetcars, and if you want to climb up to a rooftop, you can probably see the whole city -- it's not as tall as some of you might be used to." She smiled, clasping her hands together, then paused. "And watch where you step." Because horses.

How to Totally Be a Spy, For Real (We Mean It) [Friday, Period 1]

[notmysupervisor.livejournal.com]

When students filtered in today, they'd find Cheryl and Pam both rooting through the desk at the front of the room.

"Goddammit, I know I stuck them in a drawer in here," came one especially shrill voice, as Cheryl dug her hand deeper into the desk. "How long before gummy bears go bad, anyway? Do they go bad? I don't care."

“It’s not the gummy bears you have to worry about, dipshit,” Pam sighed. “Considering the amount of acid you dipped them innnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn --”

And that was where Pam froze, as she happened to glance up and spot the most awful, horrifying sight of all: students.

“Cheryl,” she hissed, under her breath. “Cheryl. They’re here.”

( guess who's baaaaack )