Friday, June 22nd, 2018

magnusrushesin: (talking at you)
[personal profile] magnusrushesin
Instead of puppies, there was glitter today. Maybe there was a malfunction in the danger shop. Maybe your teachers had finally gone off the deep end. Maybe it was just a glittery, glittery sort of Friday.

Who knew?

"It's glitter day!" Magnus said, sporting a glitter beard. "We're making the best of a bad situation here, kids. Bear with us."

Cara, meanwhile, was doing her best to pretend the glitter wasn't there, it was going to take hours to get it all out. "We had intended the dungeon to be filled with slime monsters, but it seems the Danger Shop had other ideas," she said. "By the end you'll probably wish it was slime instead." Hours.

"Yeaeeeah. Slimes are pretty cool," Magnus agreed, sparkling and dropping glitter every time he moved. "Maybe we can make a glitter slime!"

Magnus, no.

"Magnus, no." And if anyone else in the class wanted to chime in on that idea, now was the time. "But your task today is to defeat the glitter."

Fools, no one could defeat the glitter.
raspberryturk: (Reno knows better)
[personal profile] raspberryturk
It was funny... Reno had never had trouble coming up with a class activity before. Last time he'd taught this class, he'd thrown the students at paintball. But Wednesday camps already did paintball. He'd done rock climbing too, but there was a whole workshop for that shit. And another one for adventuring.

Shit, even arts and crafts had been taken.

So he'd just had the students meet in the classroom today. Sitting at desks.

"Today," he said, "you're gonna work on your game plans. I know at least two of you got the rest of your lives all charted out already, yo."

He was looking at you, Harvard. And you, creepy baby boss.

"We talked jobs the other week," he said, leaning back against the desk, "and it sounds to me like some of you got things to aspire to, even if you ain't sure of whether you can do it. Travel, big fancy school, rule the planet, whatever. Gettin' there takes preparation. Not many people just stumble into how to get where they wanna go, it takes work. So," he waved a hand. "Think about where you wanna be in five years. Then work out a plan for gettin' there. We got computers over there for you to use if you need to google somethin' or if you just wanna check your Twitter an' yell, whatever makes you happy. You don't gotta have your whole life charted out by the end of the class, but if you even come up with one new thing you can do that'll get you there, congrats, you pass, yo."

He waved a hand at the class at large.

"You need anything, I'm right here. Go on."
special_rabbit: (you got it kid)
[personal profile] special_rabbit
When the kids got to the site that morning, they'd find Amaya already on the scaffolding for the unfinished roof, sitting on the edge and waving for them to join her. "Come on up!" she called down. "I got donuts and coffee! An' don't forget your hard hats."

Not that they'd need them today, she assumed, but just in case.

When they got to the top of the scaffolding, wide enough to comfortably fit all of them, she patted the board and handed over a thermos and a mug to the closest students. "Have a seat, grab a snack,, today's our last day for this semester, so it'll be an easy one. Today, we're covering the time honored tradition of a lunch break on a construction site, which usually entails just sitting around and talkin', because taking a good break on jobs like these is important. When you're tired or hungry or thirsty, you get sloppy, and no one likes that.

"So let's just enjoy the nice day and the hard work you've all done, because you've done a really great job. Now, obviously, there's still a lot more to do, so there's a continuation of the workshop in the second half of the summer, and it'd be real nice to see all your faces again, and I will say this: you guys got all the hard stuff, and I'm really proud of all the fine work you've done. Today's a good time to talk a little about what you've learned, ask any lingering questions you might have, or if there's anything in particular that wasn't covered that you would have liked to have known more about. Or just enjoy the donuts and bask in the glory of all your hard work. This here wouldn't be here without you guys. I don't know about you, but that's always been one of the best feelings for me, to just take a second, step back, look at what you've made and think, 'Well, zounds, I did pretty damn good job!"

She grinned, lifting up her mug in a salute. "So cheers, guys. You done great."

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