Shop, Tuesday, period 3

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The shop class entered today on the usual shop tables arranged in the middle of the junkyard program. There was soldering equipment and hot glue guns and epoxy all set up along with the usual safety accoutrements, and the free standing wipe board had drawings of spiders, bats, skulls, and other spooky sorts of object and creatures.

"Hey kids," Eliot greeted. "Hope ya'all've had a good time at the dance and all this weekend. It's been kind of a busy couple weeks, what with the break and Homecoming and all, but we've got another event comin' right on up on us I thought it might be fun to do something for. And no, I don't mean two of the teachers attempting to get married again."

It was never going to happen. Hannibal and Jono needed to resign themselves to waiting for common law to kick in.

"Halloween, for those who ain't familiar, is a feast holiday derived from a Celtic tradition, wherein folks figured that the barrier separatin' our world from the spirit world gets thinned out once a year, allowin' for all sorts of strange and spooky to happen. Christianity co-opted it, usin' it for saint worship or ancestor honoring, depending on the sect, and then capitalism got its fingers into it sometime early last century, turning it into a big party full of special costumes, decorative items, and most importantly, sugar."

It was all a little more complex than that, but Eliot figured that was a decent enough overview.

"'Course, what all that means for us today in class is, you all are gonna go out into this junkyard, scare yourself up some scrap, and beat, glue, or cut it into shape of a Halloween decoration, either for your dorm of the school grounds. At least one dimension of it should be a foot or more long, and it should be in some way spooky, but since that's a bit of a subjective term, y'all can kinda go nuts on that one. If you're terrified of rainbows and decide to make one of those -- well, I won't say I won't judge you for it, but if it's well-enough made, that judgment won't affect your overall grade.

"Use the skills you've picked up so far in class, and any materials you can get your hands on out here, and go nuts. I look forward to seein' what y'all come up with."

Underrated Sports [Mon, Period 3]

[doubleohblonde]

The floor of the Danger Shop had a definite slope to it today.

"I hope you all enjoyed your weekend," Bond said by way of greeting. "Now, given an event involving various alumni coming back to the school might start you thinking about your own plans for the future, it seemed an opportune time to introduce you to the downhill existential crisis, where the goal is to get to the bottom on your own two feet."

With that, the slope became even longer and steeper.

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

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"So... glitter monster," Kanan said, looking faintly amused as he addressed the class. "I've seen a lot of things in my lifetime, but that's a new one to me. Hell, the animal life in general around here is a new one to me. Those big alot things, the little bitey gremlin guys. Moose. And I'm pretty sure I haven't seen a single reptavian since coming here. Except on Endor, I guess."

But Endor didn't count.

"The cats here are pretty weird, too," Cecil offered. "No tentacles, and such small voices! Even if you were so cute!" he squeed at Kanan.

"Hey, now. I wasn't a cat from here," Kanan replied. "The cats here have really small mouths."

Like, really small. They probably couldn't even fit a whole human hand in there.

"Yeah, right?" Cecil shook his head. "So weird! So," he turned to the class, "what's weird about the animals here to you? What's good and what's bad? I mean, I never would have found a sweet bird like Foucault back home," he scritched the bird's head, "but yeah, the cats? Super weird."

"Though I really can't complain about the size of the insectoid life here," Kanan mused, as an afterthought. "Does Earth have anything with more than four legs that comes even halfway up to your knees?"

Thank you for that aside, Kanan. Now maybe the class could get on with the conversation.

"Oh, sure!" Cecil said. "Though I don't think I've seen any here. But there are some really big spiders and things." Or Cecil could help you derail it.

"Anyway, we probably could have gone on a nature walk or something today to let you all take in the local wildlife, but apparently alots are moody things, so we're going to just talk about the animals on the island, and then... I don't know. Play fetch with Cecil's bird."

Foucault perked up at the word "fetch" and bobbed his head a bit. Cecil grinned at him. "So, what animals have you all met, and how do they compare?"

Sex Ed, Tuesday, First Period

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Vanessa was poking at her phone when the students arrived, and looked up to say, "Hey, guys. I totally forgot to prepare a class and I think Wade used my syllabus for target practice or something, so I have no idea what this week was supposed to be anyway. And it turns out the administration won't let me show you any movies that would actually teach you anything about sex because you're minors." She rolled her eyes. "So this is an open question hour. Any questions you have about sex or relationships, hit me with them. And if any of you have answers to give each other, share those, too." That way she could correct all their misapprehensions at once.

What NOT To Do In A Fight / Wednesday, Period III / Week 8

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Today the Danger Shop was set-up for racing. Sort of.

"Welcome back, and hopefully you all had a good weekend," Ghanima said. "Today, we look at driving a vechile while in combat."

"This is yet another popular theme in many forms of entertainment, and yet again, almost utterly impossible unless you can abuse physics or probability. Now, there's a number of phrases for this sort of combat," Ghanima continued. "Car Fu, which uses the car as a weapon. There's mounted combat, on a horse or similar animal, and that creature is NOT going to stand still calmly like in the movies. Not to mention the improbable aiming you'd need to be doing since you're in motion."

"But for even those of you who consider yourselves to be badass drivers, burning rubber isn't going to get you out of the fight alive. The car will not escape without a scratch on it, and shooting the fuel tank does not work."

"We have a few options for you today: we have bumper cars and little Nerf weapons. You can try and drive and shoot, or have -- or be -- a getaway driver. Safety protocols are engaged, so you won't be able to flip the cars, no matter how hard you try. Which is not an invitation to try."