Culture Shock: Adjusting to Life on the Weird Side - Tuesday, Period 2

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"Sooooo…" Cecil started excitedly. "Parents' weekend!" He threw out his hands. "What do you think?"

"I think there are going to be a lot of nosy people coming to the island this weekend," Kanan offered, because somebody had to be the party pooper here, and apparently he had taken it upon himself as his own personal solemn duty. Or something. "Poking around people's business, asking around about whoever they're here to see..."

Somebody was just bitter that he didn't have anybody who could visit him. Don't mind Kanan.

Cecil rolled his eyes. "People visiting and checking out your teachers," he said with the perfect equanimity of someone who didn't have an office, "and your friends, and just the whole place in general. And I mean, I'm sure they mean well, right? But maybe they'll be alarmed at the open library, or the actual computers, or whatever."

"So," Kanan said, not looking terribly thrilled at the prospect of anybody's parents coming to check out the teachers, thank you, "let's talk about that. Let's talk about the things around the island that you're looking forward to showing off, if you have somebody coming. Or the things you'd rather they not see."

"And if you don't have anyone coming," Cecil said, "how do you plan on handling everybody else's someones? Hide all weekend, or be really nice, or scare them off, or what? Let's trade ideas!"

Shop, Tuesday, period 3

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The classroom today looked like Eliot had managed to accidentally splice together the last three weeks of class into one.

Which, other than the "accidentally", was what had actually happened. With more than a few irritated phone calls to his boyfriend when the junkyard tried to exist in the same literal space with the workshop area.

"Right." Eliot clapped his hands at the top of class. "Not gonna spend a lot of time lecturin' today. I thought y'all might enjoy a chance to flex your creativity with the skills you've picked up so far. Your assignment for the day is to make a spice rack. That's a container-slash-organization system for cooking spices. You want to make something that can contain dried, powdered plants in a way that makes them easy to locate and measure or shake into food. That's it, that's all the guidance I'm givin' ya. You can work in wood or metal, or you can scavenge parts in the junkyard or off our cars from last week. I've got some empty spice bottles up here in case you want to get a sense of scale; if you want to go with a classic shelf construction, ain't nothin' wrong with that. But you'll wanna make it pretty in that case if you want anything more'n a C. You want to try out anything we haven't practiced yet, like using a lathe or casting metal, let me know. If you can show me a design I think is gonna work, I might be talked into callin' the equipment up."

He'd even probably be able to do so without breaking anything. On the third try, at the very least.

"So sketch your idea, find your materials, and let's get to work."

Sex Ed, Tuesday, First Period

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( Sex Ed class under the cut. )

Underrated Sports [Mon, Period 3]

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Bond's class was being held in a ordinary classroom today, with a projector set up.

After greeting the class, Bond began. "One thing to consider when thinking about why the sports we're looking are little known." You know, apart from the fact they were fictional. "Is the element of logistics in professional sports, to that end, we'll be watching documentary on the behind the scenes bureaucracy of a major sporting event."

Like much else had Bond had said this semester, this was a lie.

What NOT To Do In A Fight / Wednesday, Period III / Week 5

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When the students arrived today, they'd find the Danger Shop filled with couches, large pillows, blankets, and a popcorn machine.

"Movie day!" Ghanima said cheerfully, once she was sure most of the students had arrived. "I am rather sure that with Family Weekend looming, half of you wouldn't be paying attention to a lecture anyway, and so for safety's sake, we shall instead partake of an example of combat so ridiculous, that this program should have been marketed as a comedy."

"Enjoy Superpurple."