2021-01-04

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The Art of Japanese Culture through Untranslatable Words; Monday, Fourth Period [01/04].

Shunsui had a very good feeling about this semester's class! Not had it been placed in the fourth period so he didn't even have to get up early for his class this semester, but there were only two students, and those two students just so happened to be his own employees! His own little Turtle & Canary, as it were. Kame-chan and kanaria-chan! (Was Astrid Kanaria-chan based soley on her blonde hair? Yes, pretty much. He was a simple man). So he suspected his Mondays were going to be a deightful breeze.

And the classroom, of course, was set up with the desks all pushed aside and a circle of pillows at the center of the room instead, with offerings of hot cocoa and tea for the girls and a small whiteboard for him to write on. With it being just the three of them, it made far more sense than the formality of desks and a blackboard!

"Ohayō gozaimasu, ducklings~~ ♥!" he started cheerfully, although it was very clearly not morning, and since this was part language, part culture class, he would definitely give either of them extra credit for pointing that out. "Welcome to my little class on Japanese culture based around untranslatable...or at least difficult to make a direct translation of...words ♥! Since we all know each other from work, we can likely skip the introductions and just move along to our first word and concept, neh ♥? One that one might argue is rather the opposite of work, which we pursue for the very specific reward of monetary compensation."

This is when he lifted the whiteboard to show them exactly that, neatly written with the kanji, then the English romanization, and the pronounciation:

嗜む, たしなむ
tashinamu
(to privately dedicate oneself to a cause or project)


"Now," he ventured, "this is an example of how context in Japanese can make a world of difference, because directly translated, tashinamu means 'to have a taste for,' 'to be fond of,' or, and here is where the cultural context of it comes in, 'to have a hobby.' More specifically, a hobby that one enjoys immensely and dedicates a good deal of their time to, simply for the sake of that hobby, with no expectation of reward or recognition ♥. Tashinamu is something you do merely because you enjoy doing it, a pursuit just for yourself and the pleasure derived from that pursuit. It can most certainly be something enjoyed in your spare, private time, such as tending to bonsai, or something that can be shared with others, such as helping to keep a local park clean in your spare time or volunteering for a cause. One could argue that the alturistic nature of these things are the benefit, that one gets good feeling from doing good things, but in the spirit of tashinamu, that is enough ♥.

"We will now be exploring this idea two-fold for today's class, ducklings ♥. First, perhaps we will do a little bit of getting-to-know each other, because I would like to discuss and explore things in your life that might be considered tashinamu: what do you like to do that you do merely for the enjoyment of it ♥? I mentioned bonsai; I am not as passionate about it as some that I know, but it is something I like to indulge in for no reason other than it makes me happy. I might make a case for the art of a good nap in this respect, as well! And I'm sure you ducklings have something you're passionate about, as well...let us share the happiness that those things bring to us with each other ♥!

"And, secondly, regarding the other aspect of tashinamu, I would like for each of you to think of a private cause you can dedicate yourselves to throughout the week, something to do, for yourself or for others, that you do just for the sake of the thing itself. Expect no reward or recognition, just a personal sense of satisfaction for having done it, and we can discuss it next week, neh ♥?" He chuckled lightly. "Even I shall try to contribute my own tashinamu for the discussion ♥."

"Now which of you would like to go first ♥?"
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Creative Writing- Monday- 1st period

So, uh. Nick really had the first class of the first day, huh. You really had to go and do that to him, school?

But he tried. He wore a tie. He got there early. He wrote his name on the board and underlined it for no discernible reason. (Emphasis.)

"Welcome to Creative Writing," Nick greeted them. "Where you will learn to write. Creatively."

And then he immediately buckled under the pressure.

"You know what's good? Introductions are good. Let's do those. Who are you?" Nick said, feeling like he had a great idea here. Just wait until he realized that took up like five minutes of class time, max.
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Fuck Yeah, Science! - Monday Period 2

"Good morning," Barry greeted his class as they entered the room where they would find a portal shimmering next to him. "We're going to dispense with introductions and just jump right into. Today we're going to learn about velocity. Follow me."

Passing through the portal they would find themselves on a race track with a row of racing cars lined up next to the track. They would also find a row of comfortable cots with a strange looking headband next to them.

And finally there was just a table with textbooks on it.

"So the idea here is for you to experience speed and velocity first hand. Now. I could just let you drive the cars but I have no idea of your driving experience. Plus if you crash? You'll probably get hurt or die. And I don't have the equipment here to clone you a new body. So! You're going to control these cars as if you were the car itself. Each of those headbands there link up to an interface within the car. Each car has cameras that allow you to see where you are going and feel how the car feels at high speeds. If you crash? There's no pain other than the one to my wallet."

Sure, Barry just could have created a virtual reality to experience this but where's the fun in that?

"Now if hooking your mind up to a vehicle freaks you out, you can always just write an essay on velocity using the textbooks available. It may not be as fun but I'm not going to push you into anything you're uncomfortable with."

He smiled and gestured to both the table and the cots. "Take your pick and have some fun."
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Let's Get Creative!, Monday, Period Three

Congratulations, class! Your teacher was not a tooka! Which had been a real possibility up until the weekend.

"Hi, new kids!" Did Aphra care if you were new or not? No, no she didn't. "I'm Doctor Aphra, and this is a class about unlocking your inner creativity, for fun and possibly profit." Theirs, hers, who'd know for sure, a rising tide and all that.

"It's time for us to get creative, so introduce yourselves, creatively!"
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Diplomacy, Relationships & Tactics: the Art of War [Tuesday, Period 3]

Another semester, another batch of bright and shining students. Ghanima sat on her desk, hiding her smile behind her tea as they filed in; mentally cataloging the new and familiar faces. As students arrived, they would find that her classroom was set-up a bit differently than most...desks (minus hers) were gone in favor of Ghanima's preferred set-up of rugs, cushions, some divans, and large pillows, the classroom having been redone in Fremen-style for the rest of the semester.

The moment the bell rang, her eyes snapped from the door to the children seated around the room. "Good afternoon and welcome," she said in a clear voice that carried effortlessly. "This is the Art of War, and I am Lady Ghanima Atreides. You may address me as Miss Atreides, Lady Ghanima, Miss Ghanima, or some variation thereof. If you are in the wrong class, please feel free to leave at this time. For those of you whom I have had in class before," she smiled suddenly, looking far less severe. "Welcome back."

"The Art of War." Scooping up her two piles of handouts off her desk, Ghanima began wandering up and down the piles of pillows as she talked, handing them out. "A Chinese military treatise that was written during the 6th century BC by Sun Tzu. Composed of 13 chapters, each of which is devoted to one aspect of warfare, it has long been praised as the definitive work on military strategies and tactics of its time. It is divided into 13 chapters, or P'ien, and the collection is referred to as being one Ch'üan, or chronicle."

"The book is not only popular among military theorists, but also among political leaders and those in business management. The book addresses strategy in a broad fashion, despite the title, touching upon public administration and planning. The text outlines theories of battle but also advocates diplomacy and cultivating relationships with other nations as essential to the health of the state."

"Sun Tzu himself is a bit of a mystery, and historians debate whether or not he was a real historical figure. Which, really, is par for the course with anyone truly interesting." Ghanima smiled at the class brilliantly. "If you're larger than life, they'll never believe you were real."

"For our first lesson," Ghanima moved to the front of the room, picking up her chalk to write quickly;

So it is said that if you know your enemies and know yourself, you will fight without danger in battles.
If you only know yourself, but not your opponent, you may win or may lose.
If you know neither yourself nor your enemy, you will always endanger yourself.

"Know thy enemy, know thyself. We'll cover it more in-depth later, but for today I would like you to go around the room and introduce yourselves. Give us your name, class, and some random fact about yourself. Pay attention to what your classmates have to say, you never know when such information could come in handy."