Culinary Fundamentals; Friday, First Period [04/23].

[chef_chocobro]

"Congratulations," Ignis said at the start of class with a faint smile and a glance over the class, "we've made it to the end of the semester without burning the classroom down, though I wish I could say the same about having avoided any explosions."

Nina.

"Well," he amended, the small smile growing ever so slightly, "perhaps not yet. But hopefully, if anything, this semester has given you enough confidence in the fundamentals of the culinary arts that the only thing I will be eating today are the delicious dishes you're about to prepare and not my own words. It has been a delight," mostly, "and an experience to teach you all for this course, and I like to think I've certainly learned quite a few things, too. But today is entirely about you and what you may have gained from this class, so, without any further ado, I will let you all get to work on preparing your dishes. You have until Handwavey Time to finish them up, and then we will each take turn presenting and sampling each other's work. Hopefully, everything you need should be at your stations and in the pantry, but if there's anything lacking or you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask."

And, with that, he let them get to work, watching over them with curiousity and perhaps a bit of nervousness, like the mother hen he inescapably was.

Intro to Performing Arts | Friday, 2nd Period

[defenderofdesmoines]

Once again, Annie had made the room up to be a theater, but this time it was much more ornate, with plush velvet curtains and seats that you'd think would be more comfortable given how much you might pay to sit in them.

Annie, herself, was in full Starlight regalia. It wasn't because it was the last day of class, or anything that ceremonial -- it was mostly that she only had portalled in with only a few hours between an early morning meeting to go over some details regarding a new television show Vought wanted to produce, and a photoshoot for merchandise that would be featured exclusively at Target this afternoon.

"Good morning," she said with a smile, standing in the middle of the stage. "And welcome to our little talent show. Thanks for being an amazing class all semester -- it was my pleasure to teach you all, and you're a really gifted group of kids. I'm excited to see what you've got!"

With that, she clapped her hands together once, and made her way out to the audience to watch what they'd come up with.

Advanced Phys Ed: Xtreme Edition, Friday 3rd Period

[wrongkindofsith]

Well, the classroom was a tavern for your last class. No, not because the teachers forgot which class it was. But maybe a little but that.

"It's the last class of the semester," Magnus said. "And what better extreme sport to end it on than a good old fashioned tavern brawl. Am I right?"

"Yes." Savour this agreement Magnus, you wouldn't hear it often. "If you do well in this brawl there will be cake."

This was a lie, you were getting cake anyway because Magnus was a soft touch who thought everyone deserved cake. Well. Maybe not the jerks.

"Cake and fights!" he shouted, punching a fist into the air.

"It's almost traditional for this place." Look, NPC-akin was even trying to hide in a corner.