Understanding American Holidays, Monday - 3rd Period

[imafuturist]

For the first day of class, there was some patriotism going on. It was, admittedly, a little surly patriotism because modern America needed to get its shit together. But there was still a little. To explain the holiday, of course.

"Welcome to Understanding American Holidays. Where we... attempt to explain the strange things we do in this country," Tony said. "I'm Tony."

"And I'm Steve," said the blond wearing an extremely patriotic birthday hat. DUM-E had insisted and he didn't want the robot to feel bad. Shush. "Independence Day is tomorrow--the date we celebrate the signing of the Declaration of Independence, where America told Great Britain that we wanted to be our own nation, effective immediately."

Tony covered his mouth like he was trying to prevent his partner from hearing him say, "And Steve's birthday."

He was just doomed to being the most all-American to all-American.

"That's the history of the holiday. What that translates to these days is grilling outdoors and fireworks and drinking. You'll find that last one is just going to be a theme in holidays."

"At least this one doesn't require gifts or cards?" Steve offered. "There will, however, be a lot of people wearing red, white, and blue and yelling 'Murica!' while drinking."

The shouting might have been mostly directed at Steve, but he wanted to be thorough.

Tony nodded in agreement with that. "Hopefully there will be fireworks here tomorrow evening for anyone who has not experienced this holiday as of yet. If not on island, you'll definitely be able to see them coming from the city. But we're forgetting the traditional first class introductions, aren't we?"

"Let's go with names and your favorite holiday," Steve said, "even if you aren't from the US."

"We're cultural magpies in this country, we may end up stealing it anyway," Tony added with a grin. "Who wants to go first?"

Getting to Know Your Own Backyard | Monday, Period 1

[futurespacemom]

Another summer workshop term. Another class instructed to meet Kanan and Hera at the landing pads in the Scrapyard. Kanan was clutching tightly to a travel cup of caf when the students arrived.

"This place is hell-bent on making me get ready earlier every class I teach," he muttered, waving for students to follow him on board the Ghost.. "Please, just throw me into the sun. Not that we'll be close enough, but at least it'd wake me up before I cook to death on my way to being utterly obliterated by gravity and burning plasma."( THE SUN )

Sciencing Things Sciencily: Sciencing Harder, Monday

[whatisclocks]

"Hi."

Well, at least this first class, it wasn't a completely confused Philomena at the head of the class. Just a... regularly confused Philomena. "So this class we're gonna be sciencing further than we were sciencing last class," she said. "Since science is all about questions, I made you a jar you can sort of stuff your questions into, like."

She gestured towards it.

It was not entirely certain she'd be genuinely doing anything with it.

"For today we should be talking about our history in sciencing," she said. "My name is Philomena Cunk. I watch a whole lot of telly, so eventually someone asked me to say something about the telly on the telly, like a whole square of tellying, and I tellied so good they gave me a television show about sciencing. 'Cos I'm good at that. Asking questions and the like."

Beat.

"After you're done talkin' about your own sciencing background, we'll watch a short video from my show, so you get a better idea about deeper sciencing and stuff."

There. That was reasonably coherent, right?