Pole Dancing For Fitness, Thursday, Third Period

[stickitupmyjinx]

The students would enter the Danger Shop, which was outfitted as a dance studio, but with poles, to find their teacher muttering and flipping through some paperwork. "What? What? I thought I was supposed to be teaching adults!" Sorry, Vanessa, it's teenagers. Keep it clean!

"Okay," Vanessa said, switching on a smile. "Hi, guys! I'm Vanessa, and I'll be teaching you to--" Oh, God "--pole dance. For fitness! Definitely not for anything else! Although if you have to work your way through college, I mean, there are worse ways." She wasn't wrong. "So! Today we're going to go over the rules and a few basic moves, and then I want everyone to introduce themselves and--" asking them to tell her why they'd signed up for a pole dancing class seemed like a minefield "--tell me something about yourself!" That was probably also a minefield, but it seemed slightly safer.

"So, rules. Shoes and socks off, please, you'll need to be barefoot for this class. Come dressed in something you can move in, and, barring any island weirdness, come dressed. Form-fitting so we can see your movements is good; exposed is less good. Now stand on tip-toes and grasp the pole with your dominant hand up as high as you can go, like this," she demonstrated the video being for player edification. "Hold it like it's a baseball bat, get a good grip on it. Shoulders down and back. You always want your weight to be leaning away from the pole, so that your momentum doesn't smack your face into it. No one likes a pole dancer with a black eye, am I right?" Right. Teenagers. Awkward. "Anyway. Take three steps around the pole, starting with the inner foot. Then you're going lift your exterior leg and push off as you do so, using your momentum to spin, like in the video so." Vanessa demonstrated. "This is called a Fireman Spin for how it resembles the way a fireman, uh, goes down a pole. If you do it with your free leg bent, like so," and she demonstrated that as well, "it's a Pinwheel. Give it a try a few times, try a Pinwheel if you feel up for it, and then once you have a feel for it, show me your best attempt and introduce yourself."

Woodworking (and Vehicle Proficiency), Thursday - 1st Period

[magnusrushesin]

Class was in the Danger Shop because Magnus had thought it sounded pretty cool, but then had no idea how to program it, so class was in a big, empty room.

Well, mostly empty room. There were pieces of furniture in various stages of construction along with tools waiting for the kids. All three of 'am.

"Welcome to Woodworking... And other skills I can come up with," he said just a touch anxiously before barreling on ahead as was his wont. "My name is Magnus Burnsides and I'll be your teacher."

That sounded all official, right?

"So... first time teaching. Well, teaching teenagers. I taught a friend to carve a sweet puzzle box for her girlfriend once." Carey's blade skills did not translate over to woodcrafting. "Hopefully you guys have more talent there!"

Roll for an awkward laugh. What? Wrong medium for that? Damn.

Magnus cleared his throat. "So, let's get to introducing ourselves while sanding down some of these pieces."

And it wasn't even fantasy sandpaper!

Philosophy of Food | Friday, period 1

[sharp_man]

Hannibal smiled at the students as they filed in, and once they were all there, greeted them.

"Good morning. I am Dr. Lecter; this class is The Philosophy of Food." He handed out the syllabus to each of them. "If you're not in the right place, you're welcome to stay regardless."

He leaned against the desk at the front of the room. "If you'd prefer, you may pull your seats forward, or sit upon the floor. So long as you listen and participate, I'm not bothered where or whether you sit."

He nodded at the syllabus in the nearest student's hand. "You will not need to take any notes, although you may do so if you choose. As you can see, there will be a final project, no exams or quizzes. I have only two requirements for my classes: one, you must participate." He indicated the covered dishes on the desk behind him. "You may choose to eat or not anything I put before you. You may choose to eat none of it; while I might be disappointed, it will in no way affect your grade. However, you must have opinions and speak them, and possibly be prepared to defend them." He smiled.

"My second rule is this – there will be no judging. There will undoubtedly be things presented to you that you do not think of as edible, or that you have a cultural or religious bias against. There may be practices in the raising or creation of food which you may find objectionable. I expect you to say just that, and to be prepared to explain why. There will be no use of the term 'disgusting', no 'ew's or 'gross'es." He frowned. "That will affect your grade if I hear it. You will similarly not judge any of the others here for their opinions on the food."

He stood again. "Introductions are traditional our first week. You may be somewhat tired of them by now, but they are a necessity here. In addition to your name, please tell me any allergies or dietary restrictions you may have. I expect this class to cause you to think about your food and expand your horizons, not kill you from anaphylaxis." Though he did have medicines just in case; he'd never lost a student unintentionally yet, and had no plans of starting now.

He nodded at the first student. "Your turn now."