Creative Writing- Monday- 3rd period

[justrealistic]

If you signed up for a creative writing class and thought you'd be in the Danger Shop or something, Daria would wonder what kind of creative writing you thought you'd be doing.

Also, if she knew what the Danger Shop was yet she'd nope out of here so hard. There was still time to flee if she hadn't taught anything yet.

And that time ended... now.

"Welcome to Creative Writing," Daria began, sounding not at all excited, even if in her own little way she wasn't entirely hating it. Though she wasn't telling them her name, because then they'd know what to call her. "Maybe you're here because you like to write, or because you need the credit, or because you thought you were signing up for something else. That doesn't matter, as long as you turn in your writing every week, and do the best you think you can. Writing is subjective, and talent isn't necessarily as important as getting something out there.

"Since it's the first week and this is a school that throws picnics you welcome new people-" And if you thought she hadn't been wtf'ing over the phone this weekend about that, you would be mistaken. "-your prompt for this week is 'missed connections.' You can write a story about someone you saw and didn't get to talk to, or the type of person you wish was here but wasn't. Make it at least a page. If you need help or need more guidelines, you can see ask, but you have as much freedom as you want. You can spend the rest of class working on it, and it's due next week."

Also, what was with the weekly classes? This place.

Diplomacy, Relationships & Tactics: the Art of War [Monday, Period 1]

[atreideslioness]

Another semester, another batch of bright and shining students. Ghanima sat on her desk, hiding her smile behind her tea as they filed in; mentally cataloging the new and familiar faces.

The moment the bell rang, her eyes snapped from the door to the children seated around the room. "Good afternoon and welcome," she said in a clear voice that carried effortlessly. "This is the Art of War, and I am Lady Ghanima Atreides. You may address me as Miss Atreides, Lady Ghanima, Miss Ghanima, or some variation thereof. If you are in the wrong class, please feel free to leave at this time. For those of you whom I have had in class before," she smiled suddenly, looking far less severe. "Welcome back."

"The Art of War." Scooping up her two piles of handouts off her desk, Ghanima began wandering up and down the rows of chairs as she talked. "A Chinese military treatise that was written during the 6th century BC by Sun Tzu. Composed of 13 chapters, each of which is devoted to one aspect of warfare, it has long been praised as the definitive work on military strategies and tactics of its time. It is divided into 13 chapters, or P'ien, and the collection is referred to as being one Ch'üan, or chronicle."

"The book is not only popular among military theorists, but also among political leaders and those in business management. The book addresses strategy in a broad fashion, despite the title, touching upon public administration and planning. The text outlines theories of battle but also advocates diplomacy and cultivating relationships with other nations as essential to the health of the state."

"Sun Tzu himself is a bit of a mystery, and historians debate whether or not he was a real historical figure. Which, really, is par for the course with anyone truly interesting." Ghanima smiled at the class brilliantly. "If you're larger than life, they'll never believe you were real."

"For our first lesson," Ghanima moved to the front of the room, picking up her chalk to write quickly;

So it is said that if you know your enemies and know yourself, you will fight without danger in battles.
If you only know yourself, but not your opponent, you may win or may lose.
If you know neither yourself nor your enemy, you will always endanger yourself.

"Know thy enemy, know thyself. We'll cover it more in-depth later, but for today I would like you to go around the room and introduce yourselves. Give us your name, class, and some random fact about yourself. Pay attention to what your classmates have to say, you never know when such information could come in handy."