Sex Ed, Tuesday, 3rd Period

[so_hawkward]

Clint was trying not to look nervous as his students came into class, but really, this had been such a better idea when he was just talking to Kitty about it.

"Hey everyone. For those of you who don't know me already, my name is Clint Barton, and this is Sex Ed," he said. "Hopefully you're all here voluntarily and no one accidentally got signed up, but if that's the case, you're welcome to stay anyway."

Clint laughed softly. "You don't have to get too formal with me. Like my predecessor in teaching this class, I haven't gone to school and studied this stuff. I just... well, have a lot of experience. Good experience and bad experience and weird experience, and I'm still here, so I must be doing something right. Now, don't let my lack of formal schooling stop you from asking questions. If there's anything you're dying to know, I'm sure I can find an answer. If you don't want to ask in class, I stole something from the last teacher," he said, holding up a box and giving it a little shake. "Any questions that go into the box will be anonymous, to your classmates at least. You don't have to sign your questions if you don't want me to know who's asking either."

"For now," he continued, "it's the first week, so we have to do the introduction thing. I want your name, your grade, and something you're hoping to get out of this class. Let's start... here."

Speech, Tuesday, September 1, 2015 [4th period]

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"Afternoon, kids," Josh said, drinking from his mug of coffee because ask him if he cared that it was past lunch time. "I'm Josh Lyman and most of you look pretty familiar--" (not that he could remember most of their names), "--so introductions should go pretty fast. This is Speech class, so I'm going to give you five minutes to throw together a two minute 'hi, my name is' speech. Iinclude your name, class, dorm floor and two facts about your home dimension that doesn't make all of us want to faceplant in boredom into the top of our desks. You can use props, light pyrotechnics, magic, whatever. Just make sure no one can forget your name because let's face it, I'm terrible with names. I'll just call you Skippy all semester long otherwise."

He leaned back against his desk. "Sometimes speeches need a little more research, of course, so this week I want you to head down to the library to find a topic for a fifteen minute long--and yes, I will be counting with a stopwatch--informative speech about, ohhhhhhh, the history of the island. This weekend is also a big reunion weekend, so you may also include interviews with the alumni coming back as first degree sources." He grinned. "Gives you an excuse to walk up to someone you don't know and start up a conversation, right?"

He pointed to his right. "We'll start alphabetically with Bob over there when you're ready to begin your speeches."

...there was no Bob in the class.

Surviving (and Thriving) on Fandom Island, Week 1 (Wed., Period 3)

[weetuskenraider]

Today, the Danger Shop was set up as what could have been the hallway of any one of the dorm floors. When students entered they'd find themselves standing outside the common room, with the faint sound of the television drifting out from within. A little further down the hallway, the door to one of the dorm rooms was ajar.

( Two desert brats walk into the Danger Shop . . . )

[OOC: OCD is up. Have at!]