Shop Class; Tuesday, First Period [09/24].

[special_rabbit]

"Morning, everyone," Amaya greeted the students with a nod as the period began. "I hope by now anyone's weekend, if it was bad, is starting to get out of the system, but, good news is, we've got just the thing for it, and that's some good ol' work today! And fun, too, since now we can start using those mini-foundries we worked on last week.

"Today, we'll be making metal biscuits, which I don't recommend actually eating, unless hard aluminium is something that's already a part of your normal diet. You can see we've got ourselves a few buckets of old and empty aluminum soda cans here," she gave one such bucket a little kick to make the contents rattle slightly, "which we'll be melting down into our metal. So not only is it pretty neat, but it's also a good way to recycle. Go ahead and grab your foundries and I'll show you how we're doing this, and then you guys can just go at it. And remember, safety first, so please make sure you've got some heat resistant gloves while you're working and some goggles wouldn't be a bad idea, either.

( Mini Metal Muffins! )

"We've got a little more time, so feel free to melt down some more cans and use a variety of the pans to try something else or try melting down what you've made this first time around and do a second pour with a purer metal. Don't forget to save a little time at the end to empty out the ashes in your foundry before you leave as well, and let me know if there's any questions, of course."


[[ OCD in the way, assuming my crashy computer cooperates XD is up! Huzzah! Success! ]]

Library - Tuesday, 9/24/19

[following_my_fishie]

Barnabas accompanied Delirium to the library in the hope he could stop her from trying to get into Special Collections. He settled himself down with a sigh when she walked up a wall and across the ceiling and tried to walk through the door from the top instead of the bottom.

Delirium walked through the door and found herself in the Salle. A small scowl and a return to the Library by stepping through reality to get there had her frowning at the door. "Why won't you let me in?" she asked. The door stubbornly didn't answer. The second attempt to enter Special Collections put her in the rooftop garden again. She sighed and stepped back into the library.

The books had watched and again held up score cards. "What do you mean, 4?!" Del asked, aggrieved. A book with a striped cover and an embossed whistle on the front hopped over and began ruffling its pages at her, pontificating on the score. Del's head cocked to the side as she listened. "I wasn't doing it for style!" she protested, "If I was going for style, I'd have made it more colorful or musical or something!"

The book ruffled pages pompously. Del gave it a look and stomped herself to the seat behind the desk, slouching and totally pouting not pouting at all.

[Library is Open!]

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

[betterthanaplan]

"Okay, so here's the thing." Duke kind of couldn't believe he had to say this. "And, you know, it's probably my fault for not making my expectations more clear. I'm still new to this teaching gig, but that's no excuse. . . . Anyway. How did all of you end up doing the worksheet last week?" He looked around at the class, hands spread in despair. "I mean, okay, we got some creativity with the names, so that's good, but still. I literally gave you the option out loud of tearing it up and throwing it in the sea. I even told you that'd be the more pirate-y way to go. And yet." He pressed his hands to his forehead and sighed.

"Right. So. Just to be absolutely clear: pirates don't follow rules. Like, okay, you should probably mostly do what your captain tells you, mostly under the threat of some sort of creatively awful retribution, but the whole point of being a pirate is to say 'screw you' to other people's authority and do your own thing. So let's just get this out of the way: I'm the captain, just sort of . . . by default, I guess. And I am actively telling you to disobey me. Please do stupid shit in here. If you're a grades kind of kid, I assure you: you will get a better grade if you just tell me to fuck off and do your own thing than if you do everything I tell you to perfectly. We clear?" He looked around for any questions, then nodded and clapped his hands.

"Okay! Now we've got that out of the way, it's time for today's 'assignment'!" He went really heavy on the air quotes there, yes. And then leaned into the pirate accent. "We be doin' a piratical obstacle course! Each of you will be collectin' six flags along the way. The first will be on the poop deck, where ye'll be closin' yer eyes and spinning around a mop not three, not five, but thirteen times! Once yer nice an' dizzy, grab yer flag off the mop and run down to the mizzenmast. There ye'll be climbin' the cargo net to the yardarm, where ye'll find flag number two! Grab the rigging, and swing across to the foremast for flag number three. From there ye'll drop down to the forecastle — I prefer usin' a dull knife on the sail meself — where ye'll find flag number four. Slide down the banister back to the main deck, and pop below to the gun deck to load yerself a cannon and find flag five under the cannon balls. Fire that cannon out to sea, make yer way back up to the main deck again, brandish yer weapon of choice from this barrel, and give us all yer very best piratical battle cry for the sixth and final flag. The first of ya to present six flags to me, yer captain, wins." The accent disappeared again. "And for the love of god if you actually do all the steps properly and in order I may have to fail you for the day. Seriously. Please break the rules. As long as you're not actively harming each other, you'll be golden."

Hi-Story, Tuesday, 3rd Period

[jedigrammarians]

"So we were going to do this thing where I picked a random historical event and we'd go through all the holos based on that event so you could see how changing attitudes, technology, and scholarship affected how the story got told, and what got focused on. But then I realised I'd have to watch them all first and that wasn't happening." Such work ethic, Aphra, such an example for the children.

"So instead where going with the one where the director was kind of in love with the ship and it made like a billion credits instead of people thinking he had a creepy shipwreck fetish."

It was also the one with boobs.