A New You, Tuesday, Period Two

[built_fjord_tough]

"Didn't get shit done for this week," Fjord... kind of growled, actually, as he stood on the deck of the ship that class had been centered around without really actually focusing on for weeks now. "Meant to. Didn't."

For reasons that included but perhaps were not limited to whatever had caused that bruising along his left cheekbone, or that split in his lip where a tusk might have been forced through, a little. It had been a good spar, dammit. Fjord had no regrets whatsoever, though there were other people he would have preferred to be punching at the time...

"Anyway, there's a mutiny on the ship, they're pissed about shippin' displacer beasts or whatever. Crew seems split pretty evenly between the ones steppin' up to revolt and the ones still loyal to their captain. Pick a side, kick some ass."

That was not a suggestion. Work it off, class. Work it off.

Problem Solving through Science! | Tuesday, 3rd period

[what_the_shock]

Miguel was grinning today. That was probably an indication that something was up. Hey, he might not be affected by the pollen much, but he could still appreciate a good opportunity to throw himself into work.

"Today we're building robots!" he proclaimed. "Specifically, battle robots! Here are some tips about the types of things you might want to look for." He called up the info on a holoscreen at the front of the class and waved at the pile of things behind him. "These are actual parts, not Shop-generated, and everybody should say thank-you to the lady who runs the scrapyard. Build your robots this week, continue to work on them throughout the week if you want, and next week we'll battle!"

His grin widened. "However, since this class is about solving problems, every robot has to also be able to do at least one practical thing - open cans, raise ladders, copy documents, whatever - it just has to be able to do that and battle it out." He clapped his hands. "Let's get to it!"