So You Want To Be A Jedi, Again, Some More, Monday Period 3

[jedigrammarians]

"Holo day!"

No, Aphra wasn't going to explain how the hot women doing fun crime movie related to being a Jedi, but trust her it did.

Culinary Crimes; Tuesday, Second Period [06/15].

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Gooood morning, everyone!" Summer had been looking forward to this week in particular every since she stumbled across today's particular monstrosity, so you knew you were all in for a real treat, right? "Today, we're going to be asking the question: is it a crime to be extra?"

If it was, you might as well cuff her and take her away now, really.

"And," she added, "today's actually a more modern recipe, borne out of this century for a change, riding on that niche area of culinary interest that seems to really push the boundaries of excess and explore just how ridiculous you can get. It is a very involved recipe, so we'll definitely be walking through it together, but, before we get to that, we do have a quick and easy vintage recipe,, by special request," here, she was definitely throwing a smirk toward Stark assuming he was there, "that we can just make and let set while we work the main recipe because, hoo boy, guys, it is something, let me tell you.

"So, without further ado," for dramatic effect, she reached over to grab a nice package of roast beef and plopped it onto the counter in front of her, along with a bag of chocolate chips, "let's get started first on our beef fudge."

And that was the lighter recipe...

The Art of Haiku; Tuesday, Third Period [06/15].

[sake_shinigami]

The class was back in the park again, back with the offering of tea in a nice little set to settle between their small little circle. "Konnichiwa, ducklings ♥," Shunsui said, with his sleepy smile that seemed to indicate that he'd pretty much just rolled out of bed and rolled down to the park. "This week, we're going to be looking at another well-known Japanese haikuist, this one by the name of Yosa Buson. Buson was not only a poet, but also a painter ♥," with a nod and a smile toward Astrid-chan, "from the Edo Period, and he is considered to be one of the best poets of that era. Because of his artistic side, his haiku tend to focus on a stark visual component, as doing with his words what he might do with his paintbrush ♥. Influenced by Bashō, he traveled often through the wilderness of Japan for inspiration and experience, until finally settling in Kyoto in his forties. His artwork can be found in many museums across the world, and, of course, his poetry will live on long in our hearts ♥.

"So let's take a little gander at that poetry, shall we ♥?"

With that, Shunsui reached for his little boards with all his poetry scrawled on it:

( cut for poems! )

"So," Shunsui concluded, "as you can see by this very small sampling of examples, Buson tended to take a single image, a single moment in time, a mental painting, if you will, and transform it into the simple effectiveness of a haiku poem. And that is where I would like our focus to be in our poems today, ducklings ♥. Consider a vivid picture in your mind, and paint it with your words ♥. I look forward to hearing what you come up with ♥."

Sam Eagle Presents: A Salute To... [Tuesday, 6/15, 4th Period]

[but_mostly_america]

The flag behind Sam today was fast approaching truly comical proportions. Another inch or two and it would be there. But not yet.

“Greetings, class!” Once again, Sam began speaking at precisely the moment the clock ticked over to the right time. Punctuality was important!

“Today, since last week’s discussion of barbecue was such an enlightening one,” Sam, who was perhaps a bit delusional, said, “we shall discuss another fine American food!” ‘Fine’ may have been pushing it a bit.

“Who here enjoys cheese?” Sam looked around the room after asking the question but did not wait for a response. Why would he wait for a response?

“Cheese is, of course, found all over. But the best cheeses come from America.” You all had seen that coming, right? “The best of everything comes from America! So today, I, Sam Eagle, present A Salute to All Cheeses But Mostly American!"

“You may believe that French cheeses are superior,” Sam said. “You would be wrong! French cheeses are often weird and smelly! Brie? No thank you! Port Salut? Merely Muenster with delusions of grandeur! Bleu cheeses? Not even spelled correctly!”

“What about Swiss cheeses you may ask? Ha! Full of holes! How absurd! You are being cheated of the proper amount of cheese per piece!” Sam had strong feelings about European cheeses, ok?

“I do not know if Sweden has cheeses but if they do I would not trust them. I know a chef from Sweden. I wish I did not.”

“So!” Sam looked around the room once more. “Of course we must return to American cheese!” You know, the not-quite-real cheese slices? “Being American it is of course superior! The process for American cheese was perfected by one James Kraft, an American who was also Canadian shhh nobody tell Sam! It melts wonderfully! Perfect for grilled cheese sandwiches and cheeseburgers! And it comes in both white and also a very festive orange color! Are there any questions?”

Sam had brought samples of food today. 1 single plastic wrapped slice per student. No seconds allowed!

Bounty Hunters for Beginners | Tuesday, 1st Period

[flourish_or_perish]

"Sometimes," Faye began today, "it's just not worth it, for whatever reason. Maybe the trip to find the bounty is too long to be worth the fuel. Sometimes you find a bigger fish." She glanced over at Din, sighed, and added, "Sometimes you just don't want to turn them in."

Even for Faye, money wasn't everything.

"Finding where your morals are in this job can be difficult," Din said, glancing over at where the kid was coloring with crayons at the teacher's desk. "And sometimes you'll have it change over your time doing it. Personally, I've worked with people who I wouldn't willingly work with again at this point in my life."

Or would work with and then toss in prison for being the shitty people he knew they were.

"Same," Faye agreed, her tone far from her usual level of playfulness, even if she wasn't elaborating at this time. "Morals can be...flexible in this business. Slippery. It's not a one-size-fits-all kind of thing. And sometimes things change once you really get a look at who you're hunting, and who you might be turning them into."

In her case, the ISSP were generally fine, but not everyone really deserved to be turned over to the cops, every time.

"So, I guess this is where we talk about where you draw the line," Din said. Oh no, a talking class!

The Future History of Science, Tuesday 6th period

[what_the_shock]

Miguel was in his Spider-Man outfit today. "Today we're doing UMF!" he announced. "Unstable molecule fabric. It's great. Reforms to whatever's inside it," he extended his talons and the suit stretched around them, "and protects you from just about anything. Light enough to wear under other things, too. Let's see if we can replicate it. I've got the structure here," which he had gotten by hacking into another dimension's Reed Richards' computer, "so it shouldn't be too hard, right?"

It would never be that easy. But hey, science was about experimenting!

"If we get it right, you can all have your own outfits. I mean, if we get it wrong, you can still do that. As long as it's not too ugly and doesn't eat you, it's still a plus, right?"