Have Portal, Will Travel; Tuesday, Fourth Period [03/09].

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"Hey, everyone," said Summer from the front of the classroom as usual with a little wave of her hand. "I hope you're feeling both limber in body and mind this afternoon, because we're sort of extending our lesson on defense and fighting and stuff when things go bad with a little exercise in how normal things...like, say," she gestured to the object in question dangling from her mouth, "a toothpick can sometimes be used to defend yourself and probably save your life. That's why I've got Ms. Blackstone here with us today," and now that expressive hand was gesturing toward Amaya, who stood up at the front of the class with Summer, and also lifted a hand in a wave, "with us, because she actually sometimes teaches whole semesters about stuff like this, so she's a good person to have on board if you want to get creative with how to make a bunch of stuff into weapons.

"Now, we are going to the Danger Shop today," she continued, "because I kind of thought about it, and going to a different place expecting to have to fight and possibly kill actual living things was a little fucked up, so we're just running a sim instead. But we are taking a portal," she hitched her thumb over her shoulder to the portal that usually waited for them, "to the Danger Shop, because it's still a portal class."

Plus...hilarious.

"So everyone up, let's get going, and let's see what we can find to help us out. Now, if you are the type that usually has a weapon on you, that's great, but, sometimes, something might happen and you might not have it or something's wrong with it, or who even knows what, anything is possible, so it's still good to have a few backup plans and ideas, too, y'know? Anyway, let's get moving, shall we?"

And, with that, Summer hopped in, Amaya followed, and she expected them to all follow suite or else she'd hop right on back to see if one of those anything is possible scenarios was going on and she'd have to see how taking a portal just to the danger shop had somehow managed to go awry...

Adulting 101- Tuesday- 2nd period

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The class was in the Danger Shop today, not because it was really necessary, but because Kitty didn't want to pay money for what they were doing, or deal with what she was left with afterwards.

"By now we've gotten places to live, stocked it with food that you can cook, and now you get to furnish your place. When you're first starting out- or even now, if there's stuff you want to get for your dorms- you might not have a ton of cash, so a cheap way to get things is IKEA. Luckily there's the Isle of IKEA right over there-" She waved vaguely in a direction. "-if you needed. And part of why it's less expensive is because you put it together yourself. So I've got a few pieces of furniture here. Some of it needs two people. Pick one, open up a box, I have tools up here if you really need something besides an allen wrench, let's see what you can do."

Sexual Health and Education, Tuesday, 1st Period

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In case you were wondering what kind of day it was in class, the big TV in front of the room should clue you in that it's a movie day!

And, in case you were wondering what kind of movie it was, the fact that one of your teachers was standing next to the TV, face buried in her hands, should clue you in, too. No. Not that kind of movie. She'd actually be cringing less if it were just porn. And also, Dante would be here, instead of being conspicuously absent.

"So...apparently, we have to spend a day on abstinence-only education," Kathy said, voice still muffled by her hands. "For...reasons. I don't know. So. We'll be watching a video. We will then be tearing the video apart because it's some absolute bullshit."

One hand pried itself away from her face to flail at the screen. "Get through the next two minutes of nonsense and then we can talk about...whatever it is I'm making you watch, I'm so sorry."

Diplomacy, Relationships & Tactics: the Art of War [Tuesday, Period 3]

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When the students came in this week, there was a passage from the eighth p'ien written on the chalk board.

There are roads which must not be followed,
armies which must be not attacked, towns which must
be besieged, positions which must not be contested,
commands of the sovereign which must not be obeyed.

"Sometimes, we must allow the distasteful thing to happen to make way for a greater victory." Ghanima was leaning against the wall, watching them from behind her glowing eyes. "Sacrifices must be made. This is most easily seen in war; sacking an innocent town for supplies, or killing civilians to prevent your position from being discovered."

"However, it doesn't just apply to physical combat." She pushed off the wall to pace between the various piles of cushions or groups of chairs, looking at each of them. "What do you do when your boss, or 'sovereign' tells you to lie about something that happened at work? Or if reporting a crime implicates someone dear to you? Today, we discuss those choices, and how we know which battles must be fought, and which ones we must let pass us by. Sometimes it is a matter of personal conscience, while other times it is the good of one against well-being of the many."