Learnin' with Mr. Peanutbutter, Thursday, period 1

[hollywoostar]

When the students entered the classroom today, they'd find all the desks shoved haphazardly against the walls, and several podiums in the center of the room, each with a student's name written on it in comic sans. Mr. Peanutbutter was standing by the chalkboard wearing a fuschia suit, his fur immaculately combed, a long-handled microphone in one hand.

He missed the giant replica Mr. Peanutbutter head.

"Hello students!" he greeted expansively. Much the way a talk show host might greet her audience at the end of each commercial break. "Welcome back to: Learnin! With Mr. Peanutbutter! Now, I know the class doesn't look quite like it normally does. That's because it's mid-season -- er, I mean, 'midterms' --" You know that got fingerquotes. "-- which means it's time to mix things up! It's also, I believe, time for the traditional 'midterm exam'. Hope you all have been studying!"

He might be mixing up midterms with pop quizzes. Sorry, folks.

"I'd like to thank the production team from the late, great, 'JD Salinger's Hollywoo Stars and Celebrities What Do They Know Do They Know Things Let's Find Out' for the loan of the supplies for today's midterm. You can catch reruns of HSACWDTKDTKTLFO Mondays through Fridays on TLC at 3 PM, 4 central, and don't forget to check out JD Salinger's next telvision project -- whatever that might turn out to be!" hey, check it out, kids. Your classes now came with sponsor plugs. Have fun with that. "Now, everybody take your places at your podiums please, and we'll get started. I'm going to ask each of you a question. If you get it right, you'll move on to the rest of the semester. Get it wrong, and you'll face --" He paused, as though waiting for a musical cue or possibly audience participation. Neither happened. "The lightning round!" The lights flashed dramatically. Because Mr. Peanutbutter flicked the light switch on and off. "Our lightning round challenge today is to clean this chalkboard and all of the erasers while somehow making use of --" He pulled a colander from under the desk and held it up for all of the students to see. "-- This spaghetti strainer." He looked up towards where he'd arbitrarily decided the camera was today. "Spaghetti strainers. Take it from a dog who knows: you can never have enough."

What happened if you failed the lightning round? Did you get kicked out of class, doomed never to finish the semester?

You should be so lucky. But no. The answer was nothing. There were no consequences for failing this midterm whatsoever.

"But enough chatter. Let's get started, shall we?" He pointed to the first student on the end of the row of podiums. "You! Are you ready for a MIDTEEEEEEEEEEERM!?"

Ethics, Thursday

[saddeserthermit]

"If you're from this planet--not even necessarily from this country--you've heard about the presidential election happening next week," Anakin began. "If you've been in my house, you've been hearing about it for two years and Tuesday cannot come soon enough."

"This election has brought out more than its fair share of ethical dilemmas," Obi-Wan said. (To put it mildly.) "We felt that perhaps it might be... productive if we took some time to dive into these, by tasking you with finding an ethical dilemma and arguing for or against it. You will have one week to prepare."

Anakin nodded. "And since the election will be over this time next week, you will hopefully be able to give it your full-throated and honest opinion without having to worry about possible retaliation from a weird skinned madman."

And Anakin knew from weird skinned madmen.

"This is why we are in the computer lab," Obi-Wan finished. "Please find a partner, or research on your own if you please. We will be here for questions."

Which Anakin would probably just pass to Rory.

Which Anakin would definitely just pass to Rory. Ethically.