Getting to Know Your Own Backyard | Monday, Period 1

[futurespacemom]

"So, uh, did everyone here have a good weekend? Bad weekend? Mentally or emotionally scarring weekend? I was a cat for most of it," Kanan said, looking faintly irritated at the island in general, "and then I was naked in the park. I figure that means I just about break even. Either way," he glanced at Hera. "We're going for an easy week, this time around. Complete with enviro-suits and a moon walk."

Hera still wasn't entirely sure about this weekend, and was a bit more subdued than last week. "Your planet's own moon is low-gravity and lacks most of an atmosphere, but it's otherwise pretty good for walking around on. I bet it could be terraformed into a good place. For now, we'll still need those enviro-suits, though."

"They're not pretty, but they'll keep you from dying a horrible death in an airless void," Kanan agreed. And then tilted his head. "I guess it isn't everyone's planet here either, is it? Eric's moon. For the rest of us it's a loaner."

There you go, Eric. You had your very own moon.

"Suit up," Kanan continued, "and we'll get going. This is gonna at least be a quick trip there, and then we can walk around a bit. Enjoy the view. That sort of thing."

"I understand there's a few things up there from past trips, so maybe we can do a bit of scavenging, too," Hera said. "Clean the place up and get anything useful."

"If we find any interesting droids, maybe we can swap them out for Chopper," Kanan quipped. Aaaand then he laughed and made a little jog into the cockpit before Chopper could get him with that stunner of his.

Hera rolled her eyes.

Library, Monday

[intotheout]

Tip had spent her morning explaining to J.Lo that the reason why she didn't call him all weekend was that she was another version of herself who'd befriended a Boov named "Oh" instead of one named "J.Lo" and helped defeat the Gorg by giving him back his children, who were all locked in a crystal on top of Smek's Grand Highboov staff.

J.Lo had responded by pouting and saying that if she was too busy to talk to him she should just say so instead of making up stupid stories, and hung up on her.

She spent her afternoon looking up self-help books on how to deal with co-dependent friends.

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Understanding American Holidays, Monday, 3rd period

[heroic_jawline]

The classroom this week was decorated with orange and black and the occasional cobweb to really drive the point home of what might be the theme of the day.

One teacher was dressed up in a costume that had something to do with the weekend he'd had. "Welcome back. Hopefully your weekend wasn't too awful."

His involved building a hot tub on the roof of his building. Honestly, he was impressed that it was structurally stable.

The other one was slightly better? Maybe? "Today we're going to discuss Halloween," Steve said. "A holiday originally meant to celebrate the beginning of autumn--Samhain, in Irish."

"All Hallows' Eve when Christianity showed up," Tony added. "The idea was that on that day, spirits could roam free as the barriers between worlds thinned."

Spoooky.

"Which doesn't explain your outfit," Steve said. "At all."

"Ignore the jealous wolf in the room, kids," Tony said without missing a beat. "Somehow this tradition evolved into a sort of agreement of bribery. Treats would be given so the spirits would remain appeased and not harm anyone."

"That gradually morphed into paying the local kids off with candy so they didn't egg your door," Steve said dryly, "but only in certain countries, America being primary."

You couldn't see, but Tony was totally looking thoughtful about the egging. You could see the amazing cardboard helmet tilt to the side, though. "Capitalism at it's finest. In some cities it's a night for, well, some call it mischief. Others call it massive amounts of public and private property damage and vandalism."

And drinking. Always drinking.

"We're not going to encourage you in the mischief," Steve said sternly, "but we're giving you a bunch of costuming options. Pick one out and tell us why you chose it."

"And you get candy out of the deal to prepare for the holiday. The good stuff." He didn't let Steve pick old people candy. You're welcome.

Sciencing Things Sciencily: Sciencing Harder, Monday

[whatisclocks]

"Today we'll be talking about sciencing animals," Philomena said brightly. The chicken on her shoulder looked bored. "They say we're all made of the same stuff, like tissue paper and organs and bones and stuff. That's cos of a thing called evolution, which Charles Darwin invented in the 19th century. He wrote this book called the Origin of Species, and his invention was the big twist at the end: humans weren't special, we were made of bits of monkey."

She nodded sagely. She'd done a special on this. She knew stuff.

"Of course, it was a bit unrealistic, as twists go," she said, "Cos you can't see evolution, can you? Monkey bones--" Let's just say she didn't say 'bones' and leave it at that, "Aren't quite shaped as human bits, are they? They're sort of squishy and small, like little people, but harier."

What had this class been about, again? "Darwin claimed we were all family. Not just of monkeys, also of meerkats and rhinos and elephants and birds and beetles and squid and ants and cuttlefish and those weird spiny things that live underwater and maybe even like, flowers and plants and stuff, so really that bit of moss you find in the shower in the morning might be an aunt or an uncle." Beat. "Not sure where it keeps its bits, though."

She pointed at the chicken on her shoulder. "I think this one might be a cousin," she said. "I've got this uncle who looks a bit chickeny, like, or at least he walks funny, kind of like a squiggle." She mimed the squiggle with her fingers.

"Anyway, there's like, a big animal family tree that people drew, but I can't really read it 'cos I can't find my mum on it so it's hard to figure out where I started. Which also makes me doubt this Darwin chap, lazy bugger, couldn't actually be arsed to work all of this out. So I tried to work it out, but I got distracted."

Which would explain the large 'family tree' at the back of the class, which, upon closer inspection, made no sense at all. She'd just sort of filled things in where they made sense. Bees and birds were related, weren't they? Like directly. They made babies, anyway, which was a bit disgusting since they were family, kind of like hillbillies.

... which was scribbled right underneath that particular part of the tree.

"I need your help to finish it," she said. "So get your laptops out and help me fill this thing in. Don't forget to put yourselves in, like. Don't be like Darwin, he's a lazy f--"