Problem Solving and You!, Thursday, Period 3

[wrongkindofsith]

The usual tavern was cleared out to show a sort of wrestling platform. Only it was 8 sided. Because Magnus.

"NERF FIGHT!" Magnus shouted, raising a foam bat in lieu of, you know, a greeting.

"Six of you will enter, and, well, six of you will leave." Because they weren't actually going to make their students murder each other . "But only one will leave victorious."

Magnus beamed and smacked Cara in the arm with the bat. Half because he was nuts and half because she was his friiiieeeend.

And the power of friendship was pretty much the only reason why that earned Magnus an eyeroll instead of a more murderous response. "You have two minutes to gear up and get in the ring."

"May the odds be ever in your favor," Magnus added like a giant nerd.

Ballet for Beginners; First Period [04/19].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa had almost considered just writing the semester off as finished early and not bothering with a final class. She was pretty sure none of the kids would be heartbroken about it--

--actually, no, if she thought about it, most of these weirdos actually seemed to have really enjoyed this dumb class and seemed nerdy enough that they actually might have been disappointed if they didn't have a last class. Not that they should have expected much, but she supposed it wouldn't hurt to make a good showing and actually finish things out.

"Okay, so," she said. "Our last class. I'm sure you guys learned something, but I'm also pretty sure that none of you are ever going to really use any of this in your normal lives. But still, let's see if you actually did learn something. Once we get warmed up, I want you guys to pick out of some music and put together something to show me and the rest of the class. Make your own choreography that uses at least two of the different moves you learned this semester. And then that's it. You're done. You never have to think about ballet ever again."

Unless they wanted to.

Weirdos.

Life Lessons Through Screen Time, Friday

[captainskullpoopl]

"Okay, guys," Vanessa said at the beginning of class. She seemed very serious. "This is your last class with us, which means your final exam. It's time to write an essay about everything you've learned from us this semester."

"Ten pages. Single space," Wade added. "And so fucking help me if it isn't in AMA format!"

"Remember to cite your sources!" Vanessa said, and started handing out essay booklets.

Wait. Were they serious?

Practical Diplomacy, Friday, April 19, 2019

[sith_happened]

The students were in the Danger Shop for their final exam, although the teacher was nowhere to be found. “Finish the following three tasks to the best of your ability,” Anakin's voice boomed into the room. “Do not become permanently scarred in the process.”

So that was helpful.