Computer Science- Monday- 1st period

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Class was in the Danger Shop today, which looked a lot like the hangar straight out of the Xavier School, complete with a Blackbird. And Kitty at least looked to be in a good mood, but she'd also been around the block a few times on this recurring event.

"So it's one of those weeks, and so I'm going to set you to work doing some detail-oriented stuff," she said. "This is the Blackbird. It's a jet. You're going to get to work together to upgrade its systems. There are iPads around with instructions if you need help, but if you want to try giving it some features you just think it should have, it's the Danger Shop, so have at it. I'll be over here, and no one try anything in class."

Practical Phys Ed, Monday, Period 3

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"Last week we shot stuff, this week we're throwing stuff," Fred said to kick things off in the Danger Shop. The place looked like the shooting range, but with way more targets, balloons on those targets, and so many things to throw.

"Being able to throw crap is all kinds of useful. First and foremost, maybe you're playing a sport. Odds are, it'll involve throwing a ball at some point. Or you're trying to kill time in a bar, so you're throwing darts." Fred picked up a dart from a table FILLED with things to throw, and he threw it at a target with a balloon at the bullseye. It popped. "No matter what you're throwing, there are three parts to it. First, your grip. Second, your motion. Third, your follow through. Because if you just stop the second the thing is out of your hand, guess what, you threw it wrong. You only stopped because you didn't do things right."

"So, I'm going to run through a good technique for throwing each of the things on the table. Pointy things and balls are going to pop a lot of balloons and maybe penetrate the targets. If anyone wants more specific instruction on any of it..." Fred started to realize that there might be more layers at play than he had really considered before now and maybe it was time for evasive maneuvers. "...talk to Isabela." That's what you had TAs for. To throw under the bus when innuendos started creeping into a class setting.

"Whenever you think you have it figured out, start throwing crap at balloons."