Home Ec, Tuesday, Period 1

[vdistinctive]

Someone had decorated the classroom. Possibly several someones.

Who were color blind.

"Yeah, I don't know," Eliot told the students when they arrived. "Just . . . try to make the best of it." He was sort of desperately wishing he had a belt sander handy to strip the orange off things, at least, but they had other things to do right now. And he wasn't teaching Shop this semester.

( Let's get our ec on )

Event Planning, Tuesday Third Period

[stickitupmyjinx]

"Okay, so," Vanessa said, "you've decided what your event is going to be; now you have to decide when you're going to have it. If you're having a birthday party or, say, a Fourth of July barbecue, great news! Your planning is done for you. Free space, use the rest of this class to goof off on your smartphones. But if you're having some other type of event, this can get kind of complicated. Even something that seems straightforward, like a Christmas party--obviously, you're gonna have it at Christmas, right? Well, except most people don't like to attend parties on Christmas Day. So you need to pin down a date close to Christmas that isn't some kind of scheduling conflict for the majority of your guests. And for a wedding, whoo, what a mess! You've got the whole calendar open to you, so you've got to decide, do you want a fall wedding, or a theme wedding to a holiday, or an anniversary with a really easy to remember date? And then, of course, there's venue availability, which we'll get to next week, but it can throw all your plans out the window. Remember, weekends work well as far as guest availability goes, but they also mean venues tend to be in higher demand, so they might be booked or more expensive.

"So, all that said, your assignment for this week is to pick a date for your event, then tell the class what it is and why you chose that day."

Library, Tuesday

[spell_chucker]

Khadgar had been having one of those mornings where everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong. He'd woken up late after forgetting an alarm, burned himself in the common room kitchen, and then burned himself again fetching coffee from the Perk.

He was settled at the desk now and casting cooling spells to keep his hand from hurting; hopefully, the books wouldn't rise up against him, or anything else equally awful and impossible to deal with.

[Late and OCD-free because school decided to block LJ for a while today, siiiiigh.]