Culinary Fundamentals; Friday, First Period [04/09].

[chef_chocobro]

There were no ingredients sitting there, waiting on everyone's cooking stations to be transformed into brilliant or ill-advised dishes today. No, as a matter of fact, the class had been rerouted from their usual location to a regular classroom, where there was a television waiting for them in that now-familiar promise of what was going to surely be...a movie class.

Ignis was trying very hard to contend with himself that adapting a plan to better suit a current situation was not a failure, but rather the opposite. One must adapt to to such unexpected trials, and it showed far more strength and reason than merely attempting to plow forward with what would only wind up being a very decision for everyone involved.

He was certainly considering way to make up for the damage this was doing to his pride later, and the fact that he was thinking those things only cemented in the fact that this was the correct route to go with today's class.

"Good morning," he greeted them, fighting the urge to just pinch his nose over...everything. "I had somethinga bit special planned for class this week, but under the current circumstances, I've decided that it would be best if we saved that for another day," for so, so many reasons, "and to take the advice of those who are far wiser than me in these situations," it took an upstanding man to be able to admit when he was wrong, after all, "and have..." Oh, but it pained him to say this, "a movie day.

"I have, of course," he gestured a hand toward the main desk at the front of the classroom, "a variety of interesting gourmet popcorns that you may help yourself to." When did he even have time to make all those popcorns? Let's just say, the combination of too much wine, too much Ebony, and too much of trying not to think about other people sleeping in the same apartment as you was a powerful mix. "So do what you can to get comfortable and let's just, hopefully, enjoy."

Intro to Performing Arts | Friday, 2nd Period

[defenderofdesmoines]

If Annie looked like this was the first time she'd been outside since Sunday...well, that was possible. She had tried to look as normal for class as she could, because whatever was going on (listening to radio was for other people this week!) was absolutely not something she was willing to let affect her class. Like, let's be appropriate, okay?

That being said, today had required a change of plans. "Hey," Annie greeted the class, having made the classroom up into a full theater again. "So, I was gonna teach you all partnered dances for prom --" not you, Jules, she'd had an alternate plan for you, "-- but it seems like maybe this isn't a great time to, like...get you all close to each other." Not to mention that she didn't trust herself around the partner she'd planned to bring in to demonstrate with, and his brother was in this class.

"So instead, I'm gonna break the news about your final." Annie clasped her hands together with a little smile. "We're doing a talent show. It'll be during class, but if you can find people who want to drag themselves out of bed," phrasing, Annie, this week, "for a morning talent show, you're totally welcome to invite guests. Your assignment is going to be a three-minute act, and you can do literally anything you want out there, but you have to entertain us for three minutes doing it. Dance. Sing. Juggle. Ride a unicycle. Get creative! So today, you can break off alone and find somewhere to brainstorm -- feel free to use any props or costumes or makeup, and let me know if you need help!"

She would just be over here drinking a lot of ice water this whole class period, don't mind her.

Advanced Phys Ed: Xtreme Edition, Friday 3rd Period

[wrongkindofsith]

There was a pool full of ice today. Because this week, class. This week.

"So, this week kinda sucked," Magnus said slowly.

"Especially for those of you with limited options for relief," Cara said, then sneezed. Maker, she hated these weeks. "For whatever reason."

"That means it's time to swim!" Just what you all wanted, right? "It's like a polar plunge."

"With less chance of being attacked by bears."

Or was there?

Magnus quickly dashed over to the controls to jam on them until an iceberg with a polar bear on it appeared. Because you gotta have bears.

Cara looked far too pleased with this turn of events. "Have fun."