Understanding American Holidays, Monday - 3rd Period

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"Today," Steve said, still smelling like shark despite his many, MANY efforts to change that, "we're going to talk about New Year's Eve."

Everyone smelled a little like shark. It was a terrible take on Shark Week.

"It is exactly what the name implies, the night just before the beginning of the new year," Tony said, looking more tired than normal for the obvious shark related reasons. "There are a lot of traditions associated with it, but the most common one involves a party that leads up to the countdown to 12:00 AM."

"In my completely biased opinion, the best place on this planet to celebrate the shifting of the year is New York City," Steve said. "But don't go downtown to watch the ball drop. You'll freeze your--" he coughed politely, "rear end right off."

"Plus it's all tourists," said the other New Yorker who would never disagree with that assessment. "Usually you make resolutions for the coming year, lose weight, find a better job, do yoga... whatever. They are almost never followed. Which is also a tradition."

Steve laughed. "My protein shake resolution lasted a while," he said, "but not forever. Since this weekend was ridiculous, today we're going to have you make resolutions that you have no intention of actually keeping and then we'll watch video of the last few ball drops."

Tony, explain what the ball drop is before the kids start suing for potential sexual harassment based on having no context at all.

Well Tony wasn't even considering that as something people could mix up. Tony was probably putting too much faith into humanity, though.

"If you're from here, please don't kiss your classmates without express permission when the ball drops," Tony said instead. Because he went with other sexual harassment possibilities. "You'll be seeing a lot of people in these videos doing that and I'm sure a few got punched for it."

Steve nodded seriously, his expression the same one he used the his high school PSAs Fury had made him record. "Especially on a night like New Year's Eve when people might be drinking. Enthusiastic consent or no dice, kids."

Getting to Know Your Own Backyard Two, Monday, Period 1

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"So, sharks," Kanan said, leaning back against a desk. In a classroom. Students had been sent a message to meet there instead of their usual destination in the junkyard. "We kind of didn't get much of a chance to figure out a destination this week on account of throwing them into the eye of a hurricane. So the Ghost smells like dead fish and the junkyard is... precarious. We're calling in our slack-off week today."

"It was this or make you all clean the cargo hold," Hera said with a wry smile. "So instead we're watching a movie. I was going to go for a holo, but apparently it's hard to get them here, so it's something local instead. This one's supposed to be about space exploration, so at least it's on topic?"

"It's like a lesson in basic space safety," Kanan offered. "One of those 'based on a true story' deals."

Yeah. It was Apollo 13 day.

Sciencing Things Sciencily: Sciencing Harder, Monday

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Philomena was not in class today.

There had been a incident with a shark.

Instead, students arriving to class would find a lone chicken, covered in shark gore, and peacefully eating a piece of sashimi.

Multiple pieces.

It made threatening noises at anyone who came near.

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