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

[not_every_mage]

"Right," Anders said, once the class had assembled. "So, I don't know where Navaan is and I don't think I want to, but she was kind enough to leave a message telling me to run today as a movie day. The movie's about a writer whose protagonist comes to life and falls in love with him, which I hope isn't a problem any of us will experience as it sounds like it could get messy."

He gave the DVD setup a wary look. He knew how they worked in theory, but operating one on his own in front of people was another matter. But after some fumbling with remotes and buttons and only a few exasperated curses, he got the thing working and slid into his seat off to the side.

Library, Thursday (11/20)

[wildandbrave]

Today was going to be an interesting library day. Cosette could tell that as soon as she walked in and found two shelves' worth of books on the history of aviation flying around in the stacks.

On the floor beneath this apparent fly zone was a triangle roughly outlined using stray paper clips and pencils, and she was going to guess that this was the work of the half dozen or so Time-Life books about paranormal phenomena that were scattered around the outside of it, seemingly daring the flying books to fly over the triangle instead of swerving around it.

Attempting to reason with any of them didn't work, so Cosette finally left them to it with a sigh and a stern "Well then, since you're all determined to be silly, you'd all better take care you don't damage yourselves or each other! I'd much rather not have to patch you up afterward."

Which she would do, of course, but she had to make sure they knew she didn't approve of their behavior.

Every now and then, with no one in sight, the book return bin would let off a soft thunk sound as if someone had just dropped a book into it. After the third time this happened Cosette finally took a look inside to find several of the recalcitrant aviation books, who seemed about as dazed and disoriented as books could appear to be. Really, all she could conclude was that these were the ones that had let the Time-Life books goad them into taking the dare.

So yes. Interesting day.

The Art of Baking with Friends, Thursday

[justlurkinghere]

Class today had gotten a bit, ah, off the rails. There was flour everywhere and only one teacher present. He was also covered in flour.

And looked slightly more surly that usual.

"You don't want to know," Derek ground out with a puff of flour. "Just--just pick someone to make a pie with for Thanksgiving. It's as close to a midterm as you're getting here."

That was true.

"Don't poison anyone and you get an A."

Easiest. Class. Ever.

Derek lifted his eyebrows expectantly. "Go."

And people thought the pony was why this class was so easy. Pff.

Meditation and the Art of Kicking Ass [Thursday, November 20, 2014]

[sith_happened]

"I was pleased with the work you did last week with your practice lightsabers," Anakin told them.

Plus a room full of kids hopping around after getting shot in the ass was hilarious.

"Today we're going to be fencing," he said. "It takes a similar sort of mental focus, but instead of having to outsmart the remote, you have to face another person--a simulated one, a fellow student, or me if you're feeling very, very cocky."

Anakin then gave them a quick demonstration in the use of a foil before handing out protective equipment. "Ready?"