Life Soundtrack - Period 3, Thursday

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If anyone expected this class to start with something other than a song, they were clearly not paying enough attention to the movie Deadpool came from. There was a Deadpool, sitting on his desk at the front of the room, rocking out to this piece of musical gold.

So. There was that.

And no, he wasn't going to talk until the song was over. "Angel of the Morning, Juice Newton, 1981. A classic. Made all the more classic by playing it in combination with non-stop violence."

You know, if you were into that sort of thing.

"Hello, and welcome to whatever I named this class. I don't really feel like looking it up, but you get bonus points if you can name it. And by bonus points, I mean nothing at all." Aren't you kids glad you took this class and not the other music class? No? Well screw you! "Okay, who are you, what are you hoping to learn here, yadda yadda yadda. I don't really care that much, but it seems to be a theme in what we do this week. So many introduction threads. So, so many."

Which may or may not make a lick of sense to anyone in the classroom, but would make perfect sense to the audience. No, the real audience.

"My name is Wade Wilson, but I go by Deadpool because all the cool kids have codenames these days. I'm a Scorpio and I like long walks on the beach and stabbing the fuck out of people who are a darker shade of grey morally because I'm an edgy anti-hero who makes box office bank, bitches!"

He held up a hand for a highfive and then used his other hand to deliver it.

"Oh! And make sure to pick a theme song for yourself. And I swear to god, if any of you little fuckers pick Nickelback, I will not hesitate to mercilessly belittle you until you cry and run out of here like this is some Carrie shit. They are an abomination and stain on the good country of Canada."

Practical Philosophy, Thursday

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The weather wasn't great, but it also wasn't cold or rainy - so Ender had invited his small class to attend here, on the dorm lawn. He was sitting on the ground, a bag of sandwiches and some bottles of water in the grass next to him.

He greeted the arriving students with a, "Sit down in a circle, please." He smiled briefly. "Well, there aren't many of you, so I'll accept any formation that makes all of us more or less equal."

He shoved his sandwiches to the center of the circle, so everyone could access it.

"Welcome," he said. "My name is Andrew Skywalker. I'm an alumnus of this school; I graduated several years ago." That was all they needed to know, as far as he was concerned. "And you might be wondering what you signed on for. I'll give you the spiel I give my students every year I'm here - but this is the only class that is prepared or rehearsed to any capacity. That, after all, is the point of it."

"While 'philosophy' is in my class's title, we're not here primarily to talk about the philosophers of old or the specifics of particular lines of thought in philosophy. In this class, we try to put our own experiences into a greater perspective through conversation and debate. Above all, philosophy is about asking questions about everything in the world around us - and about everything we feel about it. That means I expect some level of participation from all of you."

He smiled wryly. "That doesn't mean you always need to speak up about yourself," he said. "No topics are everything to everyone. If that week's subject veers too close to something you want to keep private, be my guest - just try and pitch in when someone else speaks. Ask questions."

"You can even ask questions of me, if you feel the need. And maybe together we can get to the core of our joint and individual experiences." His mouth quirked a bit more. "That doesn't mean we're always going to be lingering on the existential questions - or staring at our belly buttons. It just means we're going to try and dig and come to some understanding about each other, ourselves, and the world."

He picked up a bottle of water. "As for today, let's open a dialogue," he said. "I think only one of you is new, but still: how do you feel about where you are now? You've been on this island for close to a week; is it speaking to you, in a metaphorical sense? What kind of experience has it been for you? As for the rest of you, how has the past year treated you? Has there been anything that made you cry or made you think or made you wonder?"

"We can talk about that. Or you can bring up something else you feel is worth questioning. I consider most topics fair game, as long as they're brought up with regard for your fellow students. I can't claim knowledge on most, but I can claim an ability to annoy you with questions about just about anything."

He grabbed a sandwich from the bag. "Every week, we'll reflect on something that happened since we last met, but I'm always open to talking about anything that comes to mind." He nodded at one of the students. "Anyway, I've talked for long enough. It's your turn."

Fun with Magic | Friday, period 2

[nuclear_snide]

Class was meeting on the lawn today, since the weather was good. Bob waited for them all to arrive...then waited some more.

"Three of you? That's all?" He heaved a sigh. Honestly, the students here had no sense of adventure and fun.

"Well, welcome to class, in any event. This is Fun with Magic. The idea of this class is to give you an idea of what magic is capable of and how to use it, in a light-hearted and safe environment." He waved a hand. "I'll be supplying the magic - or a friend will be, by way of me - and we'll be having fun with it. To start, though, please tell me your names, what magic you're familiar with, what you can do yourself, and what sorts of things you do for fun.

"Also, I'll be needing an assistant, mostly to carry things about for me. Please volunteer, anybody who has hands."

Supervillainy and You! Friday, Period 1

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Class was meeting in the Danger Shop today. Why? Because this was a class about being a damn supervillain and Fred was able to program the thing to be exactly the kind of damn supervillain secret lair he always wanted.

Sure, it looked basically just like an abandoned warehouse with a big round table over there. But there were also arcade games. And it wasn't until the bell rang that Fred was going to turn away from the arcade games.

Sorry. Not Fred. Boomerang. Despite the mask being off. Look, if he was going to have the boomerang harness on his back, you were going to call him Boomerang.

"Hi. You're in this class because you're either a super-villain to be or a person interested in super-villain culture for some reason," Fred said. Shut up, it's shorter to type. YOU have to call him Boomerang. "Narcs. ANYWAY, you're surely wondering what I could possibly know about villainy. And if you are, you need more schooling than I can give you. Hell, I owned up to it in my class description."

"My name is Fred, but I'm known professionally as Boomerang. Figure out why. Start with the accent and work your way down the list," Fred sighed. "Burglary, bodyguarding, corporate espionage, the occasional assassination...." He had his Assassin's Guild card in his wallet right now. "One time I got together with some buddies and started a supervillain gang called the Sinister Syndicate. And it sucked. Got our asses kicked all the damn time by Spider-Man."

"You might be thinking that this is some kind of scared straight thing. Nah, that's not me. I start out over here," Fred pulled a boomerang and threw it forward. "And then I end up back here, in a slightly different place. I've gone hero a couple times recently, as a member of the Heavy Hitters and the Thunderbolts. So what am I now? Hero? Villain? Neither. I'm a teacher. Here to hit you with the heavy truths."

He was literally leading the Sinister Six last year. He was a liar is what he was now.

"And since this is the end of your first week, that means introductions. Origins," Fred said, making sure he sounded as wise as possible while saying it. "Tell me your name. Then tell me your codename. And then tell me why you're here and what you want to learn about supervillainy. Ask a good question and I might even give you a good answer."