Defending Yourself Against Magic | Tuesday, 4th period

[nuclear_snide]

This week, the students would find themselves stepping into a simulated night-time street straight out of a mystery film. Bright street lights and neon, with intervening pools of darkness. Empty cars parked along the streets, stores boarded up for the evening. Occasional pedestrians or cars passed by.

"Since it's come to my attention that everyone's likely to be a bit antsy today and maybe need a distraction, I thought we'd put a few things into practice."

Bob beamed in a way that meant you should probably all worry.

A man hurried down the street toward them, looking back over his shoulder occasionally, his whole attitude screaming fear and paranoia.

Then, about a block away, ( the street erupted )

Creative Problem Solving, Tuesday, period 3

[vdistinctive]

The Danger Shop this week was set up as a go-cart course, complete with complicated turns and loads of tiny little two-seater cars. A set of stands lined the straight away to the finish line, on which were set up a couple tables full of classic comfort food. Eliot stood by the cars, a checkered flag sticking out of his back pocket, and stared resolutely at the ceiling.

"Hey," he said. "We're doing cars this week." He shrugged. "Creatively."

“Smash them together! Smash them into barriers! Jump each other!” Parker paused. “With the cars! Not your bodies. That is Not Happening Here.”

Which didn’t rule it out happening somewhere else, probably.

“Work out your frustration!”

"Or pair up, pick a car, and park it somewhere," Eliot said. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at a shady little make-out point off to the side. "Work out your frustrations that way."

What? It's what teenage him would've done.

"That's making out," he said. "Kissing. Maybe second base. No nudity in class."

“It’s a safety issue,” Parker said very seriously. “Also, it might be gross. We don’t know. And we don’t wanna know.”

Eliot closed his eyes and winced. "That's not -- we know what -- okay, you know what, just -- drive. Or not. Eat food. Or don't. Whatever."

How to Develop a Personal Style [Tuesday]

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

Today, students were instructed to meet in the Danger Shop, where they'd find that Irene had programmed a beautiful, sunny, relaxing beach -- complete with cabanas.

(There had been a moment where she had nearly programmed beds into the cabanas, but Irene wasn't quite that poor an example.)

"I apologize for my absence last week," she greeted them, waving. Despite the theme of today's lesson, Irene had wisely opted to cover up more than she might have -- it didn't seem an apt time to go parading about in a swimsuit in front of her students, somehow. (They'd get enough of that on spring break, next week, anyway -- and hopefully this...whatever it was that was in the air would have dissipated by then.) "And I apologize even more, because this week we're covering swim and vacation wear, in light of the trip. I could postpone it, but wouldn't that be silly?"

It would be at least as silly as trying on swimwear during an island-wide hormone surge, sure.

"In any case, each of the cabanas is outfitted with all sorts of swimsuits and coverups, for both sexes -- as well as shoes and accessories. Go wild, try things on -- that's why they have curtains, by the way -- and then feel free to come out and...sun yourselves for the rest of the hour. Play in the ocean. If you feel the need to leave and dispense of any excess energy, please do feel free -- you won't be penalized."

If any of their teachers were going to understand, after all....

Ethics, Tuesday

[saddeserthermit]

Their class today took place in an ordinary classroom, with ordinary desks and ordinary chairs, and an ordinary Jedi in thick robes who looked as if for all the world, everything was ordinary at the moment. Obi-Wan had been with the Order all his life; deflecting feelings such as desire into the Force was old hat.

Mildly irritating old hat that he had to work slightly harder for than usual, but still: old hat. The only thing that was different was that now he held some mild concern as to the identity of the 'Jaye' who had sent him flowers.

"I hope your week with the babies has been educational," he said, when it became apparent that Anakin would be late. "Difficult as some of you appear to have found the task, going by what I've heard on the radio. Today, you may relinquish the children, and we will talk about the lessons you have learned..."

...and speaking of lessons, the kids were getting an unintentional one of completely inappropriate Huttese--and Tusken curses, with a bit of Bothawui thrown in for effect--as a glitter bedrenched blob that could only be Anakin stalked into the classroom and stood in front of the class. "I hate everything and everyone," he declared, then pointed a (glittery) finger at Obi-Wan. "And one word about hate being of the Dark Side and I'm punting you out the nearest window."

Congratulations, class: not only would you be learning educational lessons about babies and curse words, you would also be there to witness the deployment of the nuclear-grade epic eyeroll Obi-Wan had spent years developing: Codename: Anakin. "I would concern myself with letting your anger pass into the Force, first, before moving on to more complicated emotions such as hatred," he said, with barely constrained amusement.

"I haven't missed you even a little bit," the glitter pile muttered. "I've noticed the...sense...of the island as I arrived," he added, "so please don't do anything or anyone you'll regret when this wears off."

It was hard to take a sex-ed PSA seriously from what amounted to a walking, talking, disco ball, so don't worry if you can't, class.

"Good advice," Obi-Wan said, in desperate hope that his own presence might bring some actual respectability and truth to the disco pile's words. "Now, that aside: today, you may tell the class what you learned about responsibility and caretaking in this past week. Please stay at your desks as you do so, for reasons my colleague has already explained."

He'd pull up his hood, however. Anakin was rather safe from any teenager's directed interest, being that there were limits to what one could find attractive about a pile of glitter. But he had been in enough troublesome situations that he'd like to decrease the risk of being the target of anyone's looks.