Civics - Art of Civil Disobedience Monday 4th Period

[biotic_psychotic]

The walk to work had been.. interesting. Something was in the air. Jack didn't know what but she didn't like it and didn't trust it. She was restless and twitchy, like her whole body had gone on high alert and was spoiling for a fight. Aggressive and unable to really concentrate. She'd blown off class the week before when half the damn island were switched into random people so she didn't want to miss another.

Jack paced restlessly back and forth across the room, "So. This week, we're going to talk about finals. Most teachers have a ton of questions and bubble sheets to fill out but I hate those so we're not doing that. Instead, you're going to do a project. You can do it individually or you can team up with other students. Here's your premise:

Something's happened. Some sort of legal upheaval - and I expect you to tell what - has caused you or people close to you to find themselves on the not so sunny side of the law. Write your plan. What steps do you take to try to change the law? What are the likely consequences to those actions? How successful do you feel you'll be? If it goes south, what do you do? Where do you go, how do you get there? What resources do you have at your disposal? How do you work from wherever you are to continue the fight against this law? Or do you? If you don't, what do you do?"

Jack shrugged, "I don't care what format the project's in. Formal presentation? Sure but it don't gotta be. You want to write a story? Write a story. You want to draw a comic? Do that. You want to put on a play or make a short film or whatever? Do it. It's gotta go from start to finish. The Danger Room will be available to you if you want to sign it out for your project. Though if I catch you abusing it for some other sh..stuff, you'll really wish I hadn't. Keep in mind it records when it's in use."

Well. It would when she was the teacher signing it out.

"Go ahead and use the rest of the hour to chat about it, either among yourselves or with me or Peebee. If you already got an idea and you wanna get working on it, go ahead and skive off. Just be aware that if you don't turn in a project next Monday, you're pretty much guaranteed to fail the class. I don't know what this place does for remedials and I don't wanna find out by any of you makin' me, so come up with something. Due date, as I said, is Monday the 15th."

[Class is open, OCD is up!]

Library, Monday

[intotheout]

It was the week before prom. Which meant the island was being very . . . week before prom.

Tip hated this week. As she'd gotten older it had gotten harder and harder to ignore, as much as she really wanted to. Look, she was a teenager. She already had trouble ignoring this sort of thing. None of this was even remotely fair.

Which would be why she was spending her library shift basically glued to her chair at the circulation desk, poking disconsolately at her computer, trying to ignore . . . basically the entire internet. Because she was at work, dammit. And also she resented the damned pollen making her body feel things, especially when she had zero interest in actually acting on any of the things she was feeling.

Instead, she was looking at dinosaurs. Good old, non-sexy dinosaurs. Oh hey, there was even some dinosaur fiction on here!

. . . Goddammit, internet!

[open!]

Hubris from Revelation: the Social Engineering of Ultimate Truths [Monday, Period 3]

[atreideslioness]

Ghanima was completely unaffected by whatever was going around this week, apparently, as she sat serenely in front of the class.

Sometimes, being able to control yourself on the cellular level to, say, render a certain pollen inert was fantastic.

"Some of you are most likely having concentration issues today, so we'll keep this simple," she said, trying to keep a neutral face (though some essence of a smile was probably peeking through).

"Earlier in the semester we talked about prophets and oracles, and you had the chance to read your fortunes i if you liked. Now, since we're closer to the end of the semester, you have another chance to read your fate, or the fates of your classmates."

She gestured around the room, at the tarot cards, bones, oracle cards, kau chim, polished crystals, and various other moddable devices. "There's many different ways to see the future. Just no necromancy in class, please."

Who knows? Perhaps visions of tiny visitors would dance in their heads!

Make It Fashion- Tuesday- 1st period

[gobrookeyourself]

Hell, no, Brooke was not coming in today.

She did send an email, though.

Literally none of you are going to care about class so I'd rather you not sew yourselves to anything on my watch. Next week is your final, so come up with what you consider a showstopper number that you can actually wear out.

Yes, you can procrastinate on that till Monday night if you want.