All Things Beach- Monday- 1st period

[throughaphase]

The class was on the beach today, where there were several coolers and a grill and a fold-out table, and you had a teacher who didn't have trauma today.

"Morning, everybody. Hopefully you didn't eat too big a breakfast, because today we're going to talk about beach food," Kitty greeted them. "Sometimes you'll get a beach where you can bring your own grill, sometimes they'll have them there, sometimes you can cook over a bonfire, sometimes you can just bring a cooler of your own food. Also, for the love of god, don't litter. It ends up in the water and everything gets terrible. So I want to hear what you think is good beach food, and then we're going to eat. Everyone gets a turn at the grill, too. There's vegetables if you don't eat meat, it's just a good skill to have."

Was this class mainly because Kitty was hungry? Maybe.

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

[doesnotkneel]

Edward looked at least a bit more sober and awake this morning, which surely would be counted as a win for all. He stalked onto the deck with his full longcoat on, a bit like a peacock, and grinned. "Well, what're you waiting for? Raise the sails!"

And so they went. Soon the Jackdaw was pulling out of port, and set course towards the Chesapeake Bay. The sun was shining, the gulls were screaming, and the salty air of the sea was everywhere.

Edward bloody loved it.

"A good sailor must know knots and sails, aye," he called, "But the best sailors also know how to steer their ship into safer waters."

This class was going to be nautically themed, yes. "You must find some semblance of control to do as you like. You must know yourself, and your goal. And you must be willing to fight for it."

A pause.

"First one to get their hands on the wheel gets to steer," he called. "Whoever knocks 'em off of it, gets to take over!"

Satisfied that the Jackdaw was situated in nothing but sea, with no obstacles for miles... he let go of the wheel.

"Come on then, lads and lasses!"

Library, Monday

[intotheout]

Tip was spending her library shift today flopped out in her chair at the circulation desk, scrolling through tumblr. Bill occasionally tried to remind her to at least do some of the reshelving, but she waved him off with a lazy hand.

This was apparently the Summer of Sore Arms for her, between construction class and climbing class. She deserved a break, today.

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