Hitting Things Makes You Feel Better, Thursday, 3rd Period

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara had her students meet her in the salle. There were some extremely creepy inflatable punching bags set up behind her.

"This island is insane and will fuck with your head." Welcome to Cara's friendly and cheerful greeting, newbies! "More often than not, hitting things will help with that, even if it's just because something was gnawing on your head and now it's not. So I'm going to teach you a number of ways to hit things, and you'll either find one way in particular that works for you or we'll run out of lessons, because there's a lot."

"And I shouldn't have to say this, but so we're clear, if thing that you feel the need to hit is people, find a sparring partner, or start a bar brawl off the island, because unless it's one of the many invasions or you're one of the heroic types rescuing something, if I find out you're hitting someone who didn't agree to it on island, you'll regret it." Oh look, a grin, how...comforting.

"First week is introductions, it stops the world ending or something. So name, class, experience, and then you can have a go at the creepy clown bags."

Library, Friday (1/8)

[crimson_sister]

Lucille was quite excited that she was now a library aide. Unlike at home, where she had had to sneak into the library without her parents finding out, she was now permitted, and even expected, to spend the whole day here.

While she would take the opportunity to find books of a kind similar to the one Cassandra had been reading, no one should be able to say he wasn't doing her job. Arranging everything neatly when she arrived, she sat down behind the desk. The library should be a place where educated and sophisticated people visited, shouldn't it?

Although she had been warned about the librarian.

[Open library!]

20th Century American History, Friday, January 8, 2016

[heroic_jawline]

A tall blond man in a hideous plaid shirt and pleated khakis and the shoulder to hip ratio of a Dorito stood at the front of the classroom, trying not to feel like a performing monkey again.

"Hello," he said. "I'm your teacher. Apparently. I'm Steve Rogers, and some of you may recognize me from your own...realities."

He was pleased at how normal he sounded saying that aloud.

"But if not, that's completely fine." Really. Better than fine, if you asked Steve. "This is 20th Century American History, but if you don't know history or aren't American, that's all right, too. We're going to be learning together. My knowledge ends around World War II," if you didn't count the pop culture references Tony had been throwing at him since Wednesday, "but I'm a fast learner." He pulled out a little paper notebook. "So let's start with who everyone is and something you think we should all know about the 20th Century. I'll start. The internet is so helpful."

You sound a million years old, Steve. "I've been using it to catch up. Back home, I would have had to hoof it down to the library instead." He pointed to the student straight in front of him. "Now you."

Advanced Driver's Ed: Driving Other Stuff, Friday, First Period

[10secondcar]

"Hey, guys," Brian said cheerfully at the beginning of today's class. "Great news! You're almost done with introductions week. Just one more go, probably, unless you have another class today, and we can really get going. So I'm Brian O'Conner, and I'm your teacher for the semester. And it's known that I generally prefer cars, but sometimes you can't use a car. So let's go around the class, tell me your name, your year, and what you'd like to learn to drive this semester. How's that sound?"