Shop Class; Monday, First Period [11/12].

[special_rabbit]

"Morning, everyone," Amaya greeted the class with the usual nod, "welcome back. Today, we're going to try something that's apparently a staple for this kind of class at most schools," though is hardly seemed as exciting as some of the other stuff they got themselves into around here, "and that's going to be a potato-powered light bulb."

Zounds, electricity was weird.

"Essentially," Amaya explained, "how this works is that it creates a chemical reaction between the different types of metals we'll be putting into the potato, combined with the juices of the potato itself, actually creates a voltage powerful enough to charge something simple and small like a lightbulb, which is pretty neat, really, and probably something that could be useful if you feel you need a little energy but all you've got is a tuber, some coins, and some nails."

Because that's totally a situation that would happen all the time! So she walked them through the steps of cutting a hole in the potato, wrapping the pennies in copper wire, plopping that into the potato, do the same with a zinc-plated nail, being careful not to let the two different metals touch while inside the potato.

"Add more potatoes for more voltage, connecting the penny wire to the nail wire on another potato. Start with one, and then keep adding more until you're able to get your lightbulb to illuminate. To test it, just wrap the ends of the wires around the base of the bulb to complete the current. If it doesn't light up, you just need more energy, and you can get that by adding more links in the potato energy chain."

Electricity was weird!

"Different sized potatoes will yield different results; you can also use citric fruits, like lemons, to do something like this, and so if anyone also wants to try a lemon lamp, I've got some of those, too, so go for it. We'll have more than enough time to play around with different things. Any questions? If not, we'll just get right to it."

How to Make Friends & Influence People | 4th Period | Monday

[merciful_parable]

"Good morning, class!" Carter said cheerfully. "Come and get your presents!"

For, indeed, on the desk at the front of the room (the only desk in the room, in fact, since the students sat on cushions) was an array of brightly wrapped gifts, each with a student's name on a glittery label and tied with ribbon. Inside each gift was chocolate chip cookies or sashimi, depending on who the gift was going to—and what the teachers had noticed about their preferences.

Once the students had obtained their gifts, Carter beamed at all of them. "We're coming up on the time of year when there's a great deal of gift-giving," he said happily. "The holidays differ—for one, from what I can understand, Christmas is very nearly the equivalent to my home's Starry Night Festival—but present giving, in general, stays the same. Which means, as you all want to be good friends, we thought we should talk about some of the dos and don'ts of it."

Fjord, to his credit, managed to refrain from rolling his eyes too hard at the 'as you all want to be good friends' bit.

"There are," he said, "some pieces of etiquette that you might care to observe while giving and receiving gifts. For example, when giving gifts unsolicited, it's important that you do so without the expectation that you'll receive anything in return. A person's gratitude is nice, true, but it's rude to give a gift to somebody who might not have the means to return the favor in kind and expect that they will. Similarly, if you are giving a gift, it's also not a bad idea to understand the other person's comfort level when it comes to the sort of present they're willing to accept. Some people feel uneasy about, say, having large amounts of money spent on them, and being put in a situation where they're expected to accept a gift they aren't comfortable with isn't a great way to actually make them happy."

Carter meant it, was the thing, and would be so sad if anyone didn't want to be the best friend they could be. Sorry, Fjord.

"It all really comes down to 'think about the person you're giving the gift to'," Carter said, since that was true. "Think of their feelings, rather than your own, and you'll usually do all right in gift-giving. Today we'd like you to partner up and talk about where your gift limits are—both for what you give and for what you'd care to receive."

"And remember," Fjord added, smiling faintly, "when receiving a gift, it's only polite to thank the person who gave it."

So... thank Carter for wrapping the cookies and sashimi, he supposed. The pastor had put a lot of effort into making those more presentable.

[Please to be waiting for the OCD is up, up, and away!]

The Circle of Life, Monday Third Period

[captainskullpoopl]

There was an empty egg carton waiting for the class up at the teacher's desk. Because one of the teachers actually remembered that they'd given a long term assignment to their students.

"Are we makin' omlettes, babe?" Wade asked, showing which teacher did not remember.

"Only if you want omelets made with week-old, unrefrigerated eggs," Vanessa said. "And some of us aren't immune to food poisoning, so, we don't," because sometimes he needed to be reminded of that. "It's time to report in on your week with your egg babies!" she told the class. "They did all survive the week, right?" Right?

"With photographic proof of life," he added. "None of that cutting off an ear or finger shit. Because then it just becomes a mess. Also, the blood loss!"

"Egg loss," Vanessa supplied. "Speaking of, isn't this week supposed to be about the 'death' part of the circle of liiiiiife?" Yes, she sung that last part, because she was occasionally mean.

Wade immediately held up his phone to play the song without missing a beat. Because both of your teachers were cruel and evil like that. "You're damn right it is. You're all gonna keep your little Eggberts, but with a new goal... be the last one standing. Slaughter your classmates' egg babies. Do it for us."

"Good luck defending your egg child without crushing it," Vanessa sing-songed. "Aaaand go."

Library, Monday

[intotheout]

Bill flew into the side of Tip's head for the fifth time, a stream of frustrated bubbles trailing off behind him. Tip swatted at him and finally looked up from her laptop. "What? I'm busy --"

She broke off when she saw what Bill was spelling.

"I have not!" she protested, then looked at the clock and groaned. "Oh my god. How is that the time?" Bill started doing loops. "I can't help it if Rihanna's that interesting, okay?" She let out a groan and slumped back in her chair. "Ugh. This does explain why my neck hurts, though. . . ."

[I LIVE! Sort of. Open!]