Philosophy of Loss, Friday, 2nd Period

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Didi sat cross-legged in an armchair when the students came into the room, and a table with drinks and snacks had been placed right by the door. The seats themselves might have reminded some of the students of a kindergarten, or a setting for group therapy: An assortment of cushions, low armchairs and beanbags had been dragged into a circle, with a few more traditional desks pushed to the back of the room for anybody who needed a little more space.

She smiled warmly at the group before she began speaking. "Hi, welcome to Philosophy of Loss. I usually go by Didi and I'm really, really not a professor, but I'm good being called whatever you're comfortable with."

It wouldn't be the first time she answered to a different name, after all.

"This class is going to be about death and what happens afterwards, especially how it's depicted in different cultures and different works of art. I don't plan on quizzing you guys, but some pretty personal stuff might come up during our discussions. Don't ever feel like you need to say anything if you don't want to. If you just want to sit, go ahead. If you can't express yourself in words but you can in art or music, I'd love to see it. And if you need to head out for a minute, the door's always open."

"Now, with that out of the way" -- she smiled again, more ruefully -- "it's time for the inevitable introductions. Name, grade, and your favorite fictional, religious or historic story about mortality, plus why you like it."

Teamwork and Tactics, 3rd Period - Friday

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Class met up in the danger shop rather than a classroom. It had been programmed into a warehouse with enough levels and things to hide behind for practice combat. Which, you know, might have been for a reason.

Just saying.

"Welcome to Teamwork and Tactics," Washington said, eyeing his class critically from behind the helmet. So, it mostly just looked like he was glancing in their general direction. "Some of you I've had before, but some of you are new. I'm Agent Washington and I'll be your teacher. First order of business will be laps. Five laps around the room."

No, he wasn't kidding about that. Sorry kids, it was leg day now.

Only once the laps were done with did Wash bring out some nice armor in either red or blue for the students to put on and collection of paintball guns for them to choose from.

"Today you'll be working in teams to try and eliminate your opponents. The teams are based off the color of the armor you chose and you'll receive coordinating colored ammo as well." A beat. "Please don't shoot yourselves with the paintballs. The armor will protect your from most damage, but you will still feel it and it will still sting. Once the exercise is complete, we'll have introductions."

Because practical experience was much more fun!