Hands On History of the American Civil War - 2nd Period, Monday (4/3)

[wefindintheashes]

After the terribly interesting weekend your teachers had been inflicted with, it was decided that a nice, relaxing class that didn't discuss anything to do with female parts or the war.

Because they had just the best luck with getting the right movies to play, am I right?

"Welcome back," Goodnight greeted the class felicitously. He might have been rubbing his chin to confirm for certain that he was normal and still had his lovely goatee. "Glad to recognize ya'll after… that business."

"Which we won't be discussing," Nathan intoned helpfully. "This week or ever."

Ever. It wasn't his first time being turned into a woman by the island, and he suspected it wouldn't be his last, but the less that was said about it until the day he died, the better.

"We... didn't actually prepare a lecture for you all today," Nathan added, a touch sheepishly. "I'm certain you're all heartbroken."

"Our most sincere apologies," Goody chimed in with all the genteel charm of a southern gentleman. "We have provided you with some sweets to make up for it."

They were donuts. And they were delicious.

Donuts really were God's gift to traumatized Civil War veterans who were mostly just happy to have their respective bits back.

"This one is, God willing, actually a documentary on the aftermath of the war." Nathan said. "We have high hopes it will actually somewhat resemble at the very least a documentary. If it educates you about something we'll consider it a win."

The aftermath of the war, dinosaurs, the intricacies of the fashion industry. It didn't matter.

They'd take it.

They should just give up, to be honest. It was never going to work for them. As evident as the movie started and things were… educational in a sense.

Library, Monday

[intotheout]

Tip's mun didn't bother uploading icons had spent the weekend in hiding, panicking over having completely different anatomy. It wasn't quite as strange as being a pony -- or being an orange -- and yet it was somehow even harder for her to deal with. Something about being almost what she was supposed to be, but not quite.

So now she was spending her library shift reading up on gender theory.

As you do.

[Open!]

How To Shoot Straight, Monday

[suitably_heroic]

"Next week, we tackle some weird old-school weapons, like bows," Atton announced. "Just in case you get stuck in Ye Olden Days or something. So this week, we're doing a movie day on how to shoot a bow. Seems simple, right?"

Beat.

"Okay, I sort of lied. You guys get to watch the movie, but you also have to do stuff. Which is to say, you have to work on your own bow while you watch. Materials are in the corner. This," Atton added, holding up a sheet, "Is your how-to. Don't lose it. I'm not going to give you another copy."

Home Ec, Tuesday, Period 1

[vdistinctive]

"Right," Eliot said at the top of the class. There was a retractable projection screen over the front board, and little tins of stovetop popcorn on each desk. "So I was supposed to show you this thing at the beginning of the semester, but I been arugin' with the school board about whether or not you even need to see it. And . . . I lost." He was regretting his 'don't hit the school board' policy right now. "So today we're watchin' a video. A sixty-two year old video. About studying home ec." He gestured to the popcorn. "But since it's only ten minutes long -- and next to useless -- you're going to pop some popcorn first. It's cooking. Sort of. Basically, put that thing on an open flame until it gets all big and puffy and then you have a tasty treat. Or burned bits. Eat it, throw it at the screen when the video says something dumb . . . popcorn's useful for lots of things."

Eliot may or may not have lived in a house with a redneck fire alarm in his time.

"So, yeah, you might notice that we ain't covered a large chunk of this stuff in this class, either." Like the history of costuming. "If you're mad, take it to the school board. Fair warning, they're about as weird as you'd expect for the board of a school like this. Possibly weirder."