All Things Beach- Monday- 1st period

[throughaphase]

The class had gotten an email this morning telling them to meet at the beach, and to wear beach-appropriate things, and also a warning that there was sand that you didn't want in your shoes since it's coarse and gets everywhere.

"Morning!" Kitty greeted them. "My name's Kitty Pryde-Barton, you can call me pretty much any of those names, I don't really care. In this class, if you can even call it that, we're going to do beach things. We'll be meeting out here unless the weather's bad, in which case you'll have a message telling you to go to the Danger Shop, and you can wear whatever makes you feel comfortable getting in the water, even if we're not getting in there every week. I know some of you, and not others, so why don't we start by going around and saying who you are and if there's anything you're hoping to get to in the next six weeks. Oh! And if there's something you can't do, like swimming, you should probably let me know but you can do that after class if you want. Okay, let's start here, and then we'll move on to today's activity."

Doing As You Like For Fun and Entertainment (And Sailing), Monday

[doesnotkneel]

Right. Edward was to be a teacher. Of what, he hadn't the foggiest. But he wouldn't have been Captain Edward Kenway if he didn't swagger into class with all the airs of confidence of a man who knew exactly why he was there.

"Morning, lads and ladies," he said. "And welcome to our class about doing whatever we bloody well please. I'm Captain Edward Kenway, and I was once a student, much like yourselves. Trying my damnedest to make something of myself, but the world's always had a habit of roping in any poor bastard hoping to improve his fortunes and tie him to the ground if he lets it." Beat. "Or she."

No, seriously, what was he teaching again?

"The answer's to let go of all that and be whoever you wish to be," he said. "It's not an easy road, but it's bloody well worth it." (He would come to regret this later.) "As for today, we've introductions, the easiest of the lot. Tell me your name and your ambition, and we'll carry on, yeah?"

Please tell him something he could work with.

"Also hope you lot have a head for sailing. We'll be doing quite a bit of it."

Library, Monday

[intotheout]

So it was summer. Like, officially and everything. At least as far as Fandom was concerned. It was pretty cool and rainy out right now, but it was still summer, and Tip wanted to be outside doing summer things.

Instead she was in the library, watching the books rearrange themselves into a "summer reading" display.

"Mark Twain's great and all," Tip said, as the books stacked themselves into a pyramid and flung themselves up onto the display table. "But the man apparently never learned how to write a girl in his life."

The books paused, looked at each other, then turned back towards the stacks. In moments, books by Barrie and Baum came trundling out of the shelves. Tip sighed.

"How about some written by girls?"

The books seemed to sigh, then one of the whistled, and a book by L.M. Montgomery came dashing out.

"If I try to ask for some black woman authors, you all are going to go on strike again, aren't you."

The books went back to ignoring her.

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