Hi-Story, Tuesday, 3rd Period

[jedigrammarians]

"So, kids, you're probably wondering what the point of this class is if you didn't just sign up to watch holos." Not that Aphra was judging if any of them had. "The point is people. History doesn't just spring into being as objective fact. It's made by people, it's interpreted and reinterpreted by people, and people aren't reliable. Even when they aren't actively trying to sell you something, they miss things, they have biases, they aren't as clear-eyed as they want yout to believe."

"Which brings us to today's holo, I'm told it's a classic." Just not the one most people might have picked as an example.

So You Want to Be a Pirate!, Wednesday, period two

[betterthanaplan]

"Arr, ya filthy landlubbers!" Duke greeted at the top of the class — still a couple minutes late, though this time appearing in the rigging, leaning casually amongst the ropes, rather than stumbling in the door after being pushed by a moose.

Never let it be said that Duke was unwilling to commit to a bit.

"Look at the grubby lot of ya! Hardly a one come prepared to sail these seven seas!" He dropped to the deck in front of the students with a stumble he very quickly turned into a swagger. This week, he looked every inch the pirate, from his tall, shiny leather boots to his long hair kept out of his face by a bandana and a hat. He tipped said hat back on his head as he strode across the deck, one hand on the hilt of the cutlass on his belt, surveying the students and occasionally nodding or nudging them into line. "Why, I be almost afraid to call any one of ya my crew." He leaned in close to one of the students with a scowl, then straightened again and smiled. "But only almost."

He kicked one of the crates dotting the deck, causing its wooden sides to collapse in a heap and reveal a pile of cloth in a wide variety of colors, cuts, and states of repair.

"In the crates and barrels and — aye — at least one treasure chest around ya, ye'll be finding the sorts of garments ye'll be needing to be a proper pirate on this ship. Ya got yer vests!" He drew his cutlass, pulling a long, vented black vest from the pile. "Ya got yer jackets! Yer puffy shirts, yer tatterred pants — or skirts if those be more yer fancy! Hats and boots and bandanas galore and aye —" He turned dramatically as he reached the edge of the deck again. "Yer eye patches." He pulled his own patch out of his pocket and held it aloft. "Ye'll be wantin' one of these when it's time to go below-decks. But we'll be coverin' that sort of thing at a later date."

He gestured to the door leading into the ship behind him. "For those of ya with a modest disposition, thar be changin' rooms below decks. But I warn ye, there ain't much privacy in a ship's berths.

"If'n ya already came prepared to class in the proper attire, or find your outfit quickly, I'll ask that ye lend a hand to yer shipmates. A pirate crew must be fierce! It must be fearless! And most importantly, it must work as a team, or we'll all be meetin' in Davy Jones' locker, see if we don't!" He waved the cutlass again grandly, then hopped up to sit on top of a handy barrel. "When ye're all finished, we'll be havin' us a little fashion show, so we can all admire our new, rebellious sartorial choices. Now hop to! Or ye'll be walkin' the plank instead of the catwalk!"

Ethics, Wednesday, September 11, 2019 [1st period]

[sith_happened]

Anakin was at the front of the room with a huge, empty bowl in front of him. There were equally empty bowls in front of all of the students.

"Because I'm not all terrible," Anakin began with a tiny smile, "I've brought chocolate pudding for everyone. My bowl, of course, is too big for me to finish, so if you need more after you're done with the portion in front of you, feel free to come up and get some more. If you are lactose intolerant or allergic to chocolate, I have other options, too."

Of nothing. Because there was literally nothing in the bowls, kids. "Feel free to share with each other, too!"

Was there an ethical lesson here today? Of course. Anakin was just...testing to see how you all reacted.

Study Hall, Wednesday

[bigdamnprincipal]

Zoe didn't know how much help she could personally be to students, but giving them a space to study and work together seemed like a good idea.

Don't mind the faces she made as she sorted through her email, those sighs were not directed at any of you.

Fandom Library, Wednesday

[raisedbybooklice]

There was some kind of pitched battle taking places amongst the stacks today. Books with pictures of trees, reindeer, and a bearded man in red kept trying to knock other books off the shelves and claim the space as their own. They had completely trampled other books with turkeys and cornucopias on them, and were squaring up against books that mostly had pictures of spider webs and pumpkins with faces carved in them. The first set of books kept trying to force their way forward, where books of red, white, and blue huddled in fear, but the spider webs and pumpkin books held fast, refusing to give up any ground.

"I have no idea what is going on here," Elisabeth said, confused by the books' iconography as much as the weird aggression, "but I'm putting a stop to it right now."

With that, she scooped up the marauding books and stacked them in a corner. "You'll stay there until you can learn to live with the others," she chided. "You don't need all that much space, you have plenty in your own section, you naughty things."

The books grumbled but froze at the word 'naughty.' Elisabeth was still confused, but willing to accept the peace however it came about.

Phys Ed, Thursday, Period Two

[firstofitskind]

The subject of today's class? Horseback riding!

In the Danger Shop, with simulated horses, rather than making use of the ones in the stable in town, because, you know. Liability reasons, apparently. Sure, the school regularly held classes where students went on trips to other realities, but horseback riding was where the office wanted everyone to sign a waiver.

Still, it wasn't like Liam and Verity had any idea of the competency level of any of their students, after all, and so an artificial environment with safety controls probably wasn't a bad idea.

Surely that little glitch from last time was just a glitch, and wouldn't repeat itself, right?

"Welcome back to Phys Ed," Verity said when everyone had arrived. "Once again, sorry about last week. But as you can see, we've got the Danger Shop working properly today," she leveled a glare towards the machinery, hidden behind the stable, but everything remained the way they'd programmed it. "So today we're going to practice horseback riding. Does anyone here have horseback riding experience?"

"For those of you that would like a bit more of a challenge, we've set up a course with some jumps," Liam added. Because these were Fandom High students, chances absolutely were that they'd want a challenge.

They walked the class through how to properly saddle a horse, as well as mount and dismount, and then led the group outside of the stable to demonstrate walks, trots, and canters. True to their word, there was a portion of the simulated field set up with fences of varying heights if anyone wanted to try some jumps at a gallop.