Hands On History of the American Civil War, 2nd Period (2/6)

[wefindintheashes]

This week, class was back in the normal classroom. Which probably meant far less hardtack for everyone to try.

Count yourselves lucky. The teachers certainly did.

"There was apparently some sort of sporting match last night," Goody said with all the confidence that it really did exist. It didn't make a lick of sense to him, but he was certain it existed. "Which was important?"

He glanced over at Nathan for confirmation on this fact.

"It was important if you like sporting events," Nathan confirmed with a shrug. "Or an excuse to drink to excess with friends while eating... pepperoni or something."

He was a little hazy on the details, himself.

"Long story made short, half the island's population is likely nursing a hangover, and so we're going to take it easy on you."

You know. Not because half the island's population possibly included anybody in a position of authority over the students or anything. Honest.

Don't be silly!

"Mr. Algren here has informed me that we can watch ourselves a moving picture on the life of President Lincoln," Goody said cheerfully. Not so much for the subject matter, but for the medium. Look, he was from the 19th century, okay?

"That we can," Nathan agreed, "and we will. We'll get back to the hands-on part of this class next week, with something no-doubt cheerful and heart-warming."

Like the hardtack had been. Truly.

"I hope ya'll are up for the usual amount of marching and ditch digging," Goody drawled. The usual amount being way too much.

"I bet you can't wait," Nathan agreed. And then he hit play.

... On the... documentary?

That wasn't quite what...

You know what, close enough. Nathan shrugged, and then settled back to rest his eyes while the video played.

And Goody as just as enthralled with this as he would have been with a serious drama on some president. Hopefully the class would be too?

Library, Monday

[intotheout]

A book about 1940s American folk music was wandering around the shelves, today, playing a patriotic earworm.

Tip sighed heavily and stuck her earbuds in, turning up Rhianna.

She hated folk music.

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How To Shoot Straight, Monday

[suitably_heroic]

It was a frazzled Atton who showed up in class five minutes late.

Sorry, class.

"I have no excuse, so I'm not giving you one," he said. "Today, I want to run you kids through some more practice with the handgun. Now, I'm not going to make you try running and gunning - usually a bad idea anyway - with a live gun, which is why we get this sim."

He waved at the extensive maze of broken-down buildings and walls before them.

"You'll get a simulated gun that acts like a handgun in every conceivable way possible," he said, "Except it doesn't shoot bullets and nobody can get hurt. Your job is to make it to the other end of this gauntlet without dying. Sometimes that's going to mean shooting something else." Beat. "Nobody give me any looks, they're made of cardboard. Still trying to shoot you, though, so I suggest not standing around like an idiot when you see one of them."

He eyed the class.

"That's it. Go."