Monday, February 4th, 2019

not_a_bird: (ew.)
[personal profile] not_a_bird
Sweet Dee had barely made it in to teach her acting class that morning. Sweet Dee had actually forgotten she had to teach an acting class that morning, and only remembered when she barely had enough time to get back from Philly after spending the weekend back there to get completely wasted with the gang for the Super Bowl, as was tradition. Somehow (she wasn't sure how, exactly, it was all a bit of a blur), she'd managed to make it in just a few minutes into the class period actually starting. And thank god she taught a bullshit class like acting, where just popping on a movie could be considered "research" and "getting to know your craft," which was basically the set-up she was leaning into as she somewhat groggily explained to the kids that what they were watching was a classic and it had to do with acting and Hollywood, and, not only that, but it was critically acclaimed for its high-quality direction, writing, and performances, so take notes, kids!

And while the movie was playing, Sweet Dee was just going to huddle around a very large cup of coffee, wince frequently as she wondered if the volume was too loud (it wasn't), and wonder if anyone would have any beef if she smoked in here. She would totally crack a window.
biotic_psychotic: (really)
[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
The class had been handwavey given notice to meet in the Danger Room. She'd taken some time with the program and searched up images of police officers at various levels from obnoxious mall cops to FBI agents. The simulacrums were standing quietly and blankly against a wall. She'd stuck with Earth law enforcement officers and she'd resisted the urge to make one of Liam or Diaz. Because she was a mature, responsible adult.

The room was scheduled to shift through different scenarios through the class. On a sidewalk, in a mall, at a party, at a protest rally. Twelve minutes each.

When the class filed in, Jack was leaning against a wall with her arms crossed over her chest. She announced lazily, "For the record, what's on your syllabus is the pretty phrasing so administration didn't get twitchy. What you'll be learning today is how to resist arrest. Sort of. You'll be learning what rights you have and what rights the cops have if you ever find yourself questioned by one. The main f..freaking thing to know is: On Earth, you don't have to answer everything law enforcement asks you and you shouldn't. The best thing you can do for yourself is to shut the hell up. The police are not your friends. They're not friendly. They're not there to be your advocate or help you. Not ever; even if you're the one who called them. Even if you think you got nothing to hide."

She pushed off the wall and walked forward. "There's a saying," in criminal circles, "'If no-one talks, everyone walks.' The police gotta prove that there was a crime and then they gotta prove you had something to do with it. Never make it easy for them. Even if you're guilty as hell you but especially if you're innocent. Law enforcement can stop you for any reason or no reason. They can ask questions. There's not that many you gotta answer. You gotta give 'em your name and address if they ask for it or provide your ID if they ask for it. Most of you won't have one." Jack looked over them, "You will by the time this semester's over. We'll get into making them or getting 'em made later. Other than that, there's only a few things you should ever say to law enforcement without your very own lawyer present."

Class under the cut )

"We're gonna go through various modded or handwaved scenarios for the next 40 minutes. Let you get a chance to test this out before it ever happens for real. You need to jump into at least one but you can do more if you want."

[ocd is..now up.]
throughaphase: (computer)
[personal profile] throughaphase
An email went out from Kitty early, hopefully everyone saw it. Everyone knew about email in her class, right?

Dealing with a sick kid, so class is canceled today. Enjoy the time off!


[No internet in the new place, forgot to write up a class beforehand to post. Back to normal by tonight!]
atreideslioness: (water to the dead)
[personal profile] atreideslioness
"Good morning," Ghanima said cheerfully as the students trickled into class today. "I see most of you managed to survive the strangeness with the rodents! Thank whatever god you believe in and grab some coffee, because we have a lot to cover today."

"Polytheism is the belief in and worship of multiple deities, called gods and goddesses. These are usually assembled into a pantheon, along with their own mythologies and rituals. Many religions, both historical and contemporary, have a belief in polytheism, such as Hinduism, Shinto, Ancient Greek Polytheism, Roman Polytheism, Germanic Polytheism, Slavic polytheism, Chinese folk religion, Neopagan faiths and Anglo-Saxon paganism."

He was not, of course, an atheist; on the Disc the gods dealt severely with atheists. On the few occasions when he had some spare change he had always made a point of dropping a few coppers into a temple coffer, somewhere, on the principle that a man needed all the friends he could get. But usually he didn't bother the Gods, and he hoped the Gods wouldn't bother him. Life was quite complicated enough. )

"For your assignment today, I have handouts regarding various early polytheistic religions. Please pick a religion and a deity from that pantheon, and discuss with a friend or two why you think people during that era might have worshiped such a god."
gobrookeyourself: (from the side)
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As usual, class was set up in the normal classroom, which today had measuring tapes at each station and a handout describing how to take measurements.

"Last week I warned that we'd be doing this, and then I thought, why limit you to just making pants?" Brooke began. "First you're going to take your measurements, or you can take each other's if you're comfortable with that, do not be disrespectful, I am watching and you're better than that. Then you're going to pick a pattern of any kind and adjust it to customize it just for you."

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