Library, Sunday

[gavegoodface]

Even though it had been one of his last chances to break out the shirtlessness and body glitter, Face had given the Welcome Picnic a miss yesterday, but he'd come in to the library bright and early to get the usual 'Newbie Survival Guide' display set up.

Because no doubt someone would need it.

Building Healthy Relationships, Monday, Period 4

[stickitupmyjinx]

Oh, God, this was actually happening. There was an actual classroom, and actual students who would expect Vanessa to teach them things.

Okay, this was cool. She was cool. She could do this.

They were so young. Right, Vanessa, deep breath.

"Hi, guys!" she said, pasting a smile on her face. "I'm Vanessa Carlysle, and this is 'Building Healthy Relationships.' Now, you can just call me Vanessa, I don't think anyone's called me 'Miss Carlysle' in my life. And you might be wondering what qualifies me to teach a class on relationships, which, um, I've had a few? And after some serious bumps in the road, one of them is even working out pretty well! So, I don't know any of you, either, and I honestly didn't expect to get this job so I didn't really prepare for this," oh God. Had she said that part out loud? "So how about you introduce yourselves, and tell me something about you and why you took this class, what you want to learn, that sort of thing? That sound good?" She hoped it did, because she didn't have a better plan. "Who wants to start?"

Flight and Flying, Monday, May 9, 2016

[sith_happened]

Anakin, clad in Jedi robes, stood in front of a massive flight simulator, a tiny smile playing across his face as he scanned the students before him. "I'm Anakin Skywalker," he began, "and this is a class to teach you how to fly atmospheric- and space-based aircraft. Hopefully all of you are from cultures where air flight is not a new concept. If you aren't, this is going to be a rather steep learning curve. As it's our first class together, we're going to be doing a bit of information gathering with your introductions, so please give us your name and your favorite aircraft, even if you've never flown it personally."

"What we're flying today is called an X-wing. You might've seen these around the island before." And Jaina was not at all bitter that she didn't have hers here right now. Really. Shut up. "Where we come from, they're a common starfighter, equipped with weaponry, navigation, and hyperspace capabilities. They also fly with the help of an astrometry droid, who pitches in to help in flight, or who can make some emergency repairs if you take a hit in battle. They're generally pretty handy outside of a ship, too."

"If they ever stop yelling at you about piloting choices," Anakin grumbled. His relationship with Artoo had been an interesting one. "We have two different scenarios that let you take advantage of either the X-Wing's shooting prowess or its speed." He smiled. "Jaina and I have set some pretty impressive records on the sims, if we do say so ourselves, so don't feel like you need to compete with them. Just get a feel for how the X-Wing works, and how the simulator reacts. Remember that simulations let you try things that would absolutely kill you in the real world, so feel free to push it a bit."

This was why Obi-Wan hated flying with you, Anakin.

Jaina sighed a little, foreseeing a summer of being the simulator bad cop. "But try not to crash, okay? Humor me."

Working the Long Con, Tuesday, First Period

[talentforlying]

It was a grumpy, rumpled librarian that stomped his way into class after the students had arrived, bonelessly dropping into his chair and kicking his feet up on to his desk as he fished about in his coat for some cigarettes.

The school board might make him teach -- again -- but they couldn't make him behave.

"Right, I'm Constantine, and you're most likely here because you're gullible and thinking this is going to be an easy 'A', a delinquent, or for some strange reason thought this was an academic class with philosophical value," he said, lighting up. "More the fools you, but I can work with it."

"So, let's start with the basics. A con is a game, one where hopefully you're the one writing the rules and the people around you are the pieces you're moving. It's a scam, a grift, a hustle, all those words designed to make it sound as shady as possible, although the number of reasons you could be running a con are infinite, at least when you're justifying it to yourself. It usually just boils down to one, very simple motivation: You want something," he continued bluntly. "So give me your name - or whatever the hell you want to be called for the purposes of this class, I don't care - and tell me one time you ran a scam on someone. Give me an idea of what you already know, kids, then we'll get on to Arts and Crafts."

...yes, that actually was as ominous as it sounded.

[OOC: Wait for the OCD! Up early as I am at a conference all-day Tuesday and will be SP until 6pm CST.]

Extreme PE [Monday, Period 3]

[doubleohblonde]

Bond had his class meet him at the Danger Shop, which was set to look like the top of a very tall, very steep snow-covered mountain. A collection of skiing and snowboarding equipment was set out near Bond.

"Welcome to the class, I'm Professor Bond and this is Extreme PE," he said after greeting them. "Over the new few weeks we'll be looking at some of the more dangerous which would be irresponsible or impossible for me to attempt to teach you outside of the Danger Shop."

He gestured to the slopes. "We'll be starting simple today, you can choose to either ski or snowboard down the mountain. That is after introductions of course. Name, class, and one of the more foolhardy situations you've found yourself in."