Civics, 1st Period - Thursday 1/19

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"Well, if you're paying attention at all to the news in this dimension, a new President is being sworn in tomorrow," Steve began, doing his full-on stoic Captain America face. No one needed to know his actual opinion about the new president just yet.

Yes. It was very hard to see when Steve disapproved of something. Sure.

"With the most members of Congress boycotting the event since Richard Nixon," Tony added with cheer that came from a cup of coffee. "Along with them, a number of groups both in D.C. and around the country are holding protests. Which is one of the many rights granted to citizens from the get go of the establishment of this country, the right to peaceably assemble and petition the government for a redress of grievences."

Someone should maybe get a copy of that to the new guy. "It's in the First Amendment, which covers the freedom of the press--and of people to worship, or not, as they choose. There's a long history of peaceful protests in the United States dating back to before the United States was a country." He gave Tony a little smile. "I wasn't there for that part."

Maybe if they condensed the constitution down to Twitter sized...

"Are you sure?" Tony asked with mock surprise. "So, today we'll be discussing methods of protest. Sit ins, boycotts, work slow downs..."

Founders say protests are protected. So do the Courts. Sad!

Steve nodded. "Letter-writing campaigns, marches, walk-outs...the ways the masses of people get the small group they've elected to represent them to remember there are, well, masses of people. What rights would you join a protest for? Are such things allowed in your home dimension at all?"

Creative Cooking With a Focus on Pudding - Period 3

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Gone was the bounty from last week. But did this mean that the shelves were empty? Were the cupboards lacking? Were the workstations barren? Heavens, no. They were still crammed full.

But this time, it was chocolate.

Chocolates of every shade and hue. Cocoa beans still in the pod or fresh out. Chocolate liquor. Cocoa butter. Cocoa powder. Bars, chips, from pure to “Milk,” and then further separated by country of origin or production. There was even a bag of white chocolate. The label had been crossed out, and replaced with “Confectioner’s Cream.”

Wonka’s eyes were alight with joy. He was popping about, adjusting a display here, lovingly patting a bar there, pausing for the briefest, quickest of moments to close his eyes and inhale the complex, rich aromas of the room.

( Then the bell rang, and his enthusiasm could not be contained. )