Bad Ass Bitch Life Lessons; Wednesday, First Period [02/26].

[died8yearsago]

The door to the usual classroom had a few notes posted on it when the students came around for class that morning. One was a printout of this week's comic ('My wardrobe comes from a place that immediately makes you think of money--the Dollar Store') with a big red X marked through it, and the other was a sign just below that, scribbled out like maybe a five year old wrote it with a black Sharpie.

Her feet. Rosa had written it with her feet.

Causeway.
We've got a portal to catch.

And so once the students had either decided to skip class that day or show up at the causeway, Rosa, her hands still very much wrapped in copious amounts of guaze was waiting for them.

"Last week," she said, like this was all very normal, "motorcycle gear came up, and since the Danger Shop isn't going to cooperate," or, rather, Rosa was going to have a hell of a time trying to get it to do what she wanted it to do without the use of her hands, "we're just sticking with the real deal. This guy who owns this shop owes me a favor, but don't go too crazy. But, since it seemed like a popular idea," and it saved her the trouble of actually thinking of a class today, "we're going to go get ourselves bad ass motorcycle gear. Let's go."

[[ ocd incoming is up! ]]

Advanced Bird Haberdashery, Wednesday, period 2

[betterthanaplan]

"Oh," Duke said, upon coming into his classroom today. "Oh, look at you." He beamed as the bird on his desk stretched her wings, even when she nearly clocked him right in the head doing it, though he was standing several feet away. She belonged to the species with the longest wingspan of any extant bird, so she had a hell of a reach.

"Don't worry, hon," he said softly, making his way carefully over to pick up the instruction sheets for the day's hats. "We'll get you in and out of here as quick as possible. You and your friends. I know this is really not your habitat of choice. Let me just squeeze past you so I can update the rules, alright?"

( Class rules )

"New rule is an important one today," Duke told the students as they gathered. And after he glared any down who looked like they might be mean to his favorite bird. "Our bird this week is my personal favorite, the albatross. A large and gorgeous sea bird, known for following boats in hopes of snagging some food, they're seen as good luck for sailors. Unless you injure or kill them. Then you're fucked."

He held up his instruction sheets. "We're making them viking helmets. Even though they haven't' frequented the North Atlantic in thousands of years. Albatrosses or vikings, really. Try to make it quick; these guys would really rather be out on the water."

Sex Education, Wednesday, February 26, 2020

[sith_happened]

Since Anakin had been at the radio station already that morning, it meant he'd had time buy plenty of props at T&C for class today.

Behold, students, all the pads and tampons!

"In the last few years, I have watched my wife try not to explode due to mind-blowing ignorance by the men of this country about how a woman's menstrual cycle works," he began, pulling up yet another traumatically in-depth chart and projecting it much too largely against the wall. "And this is only, of course, how it works for base-standard humans. There may be species who can control their cycles without the aid of pharmaceuticals, but most of you are not going to encounter them." He nodded at Sidon. "I'm sure your fellow student can enlighten you about the Zora version of this after I'm finished."

So sit back, kids, and learn faaaaaaaaaaaar too much about how periods work!

Blood Stain Removal (And Other Practical Ways etc.), Thursday, Period 1 (2/27)

[brat_inslayage]

"So we're gonna do something a little bit different today," Kennedy said cheerfully, perched atop the desk in the classroom as usual. "This is gonna be more of a discussion class, a sort of round table thing."

Not that kind of round table, though. Although what an interesting collection of knights this would be, huh?

"So here's the big burning question of the day. Secret identities," she went on. "Useful, or not? What are the pros and cons, in your opinion, and what kind of circumstances do you think would call for them? How would that go down in your world, if you're cool sharing that?"

She drummed her fingertips against the front of the desk in a rapid staccato burst. "I'm interested in hearing your thoughts and opinions on this. So no pressure, this is a totally depressurized learning environment, no wrong answers, blah blah blah. Today is a really kickback kind of day. But with snacks."

Because yes, up on a table at the front of the room there was a collection of various snack-size bags of pretzels, chips, and cookies, along with little packages of hummus, grape tomatoes, and other moddable snack-able items.