Introduction to Cultural Studies 101, Monday, 3rd Period

[jedigrammarians]

"Welcome back, everyone," Aphra, who was deeply annoyed by having to actually wear pants today, said. "Now the slackers who missed class can catch up on their own time, because today we've got a story about family.

"More specifically non-traditional family and the importance of libraries."

Also explosions and highly choreographed violence.

OMG I Could Just PIE - Tuesday, Second Period [07/20].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Ugh! Finally! Summer could actually hope for a normal class this week of torturing people she liked and cared about with horrible recipes again! Barring, of course, anyone who might be a bit late due to whatever it was the island was doing this week, anyway! But it had been far too long since she got this out of her system, so she sure hoped anyone who did make it to class this week was ready to to be disgusted.

"Oh, man," she started with a happy sigh as she looked around the kitchen classroom, "I have missed this place and all the culinary crimes we have subjected it to over the summers! But fear not, because you can bet, now that we can get back to things as normal, we're going to come in swinging with a real doozy from the 1960s with our good old friend, Spam. That's right. In pie. It's going to be...an experience."

If there was anything Summer could guarantee in this class, it was an experience!

"I've been itching to do something like this for two weeks now, so we are definitely going to dive right into it, my friends."

The Art of Battle Games; Tuesday, Third Period [07/20].

[sake_shinigami]

Oh no! What a great tragedy! Such misfortune! Since Shunsui found himself obviously very trapped in a separate location that was not the danger shop at all, what choice did he have but to send off a quick text to the students on his roster, and just wait out whatever entrapment prevented him from doing the job he was very much truly looking forward to doing?

Hello, ducklings ❤! It appears I am currently indisposed and shall not be able to make it into class today ❤ Please enjoy this time off and perhaps we shall have better luck next time❤

He was just so, so devastated by such an unfortunate and disappointing turn of events, really!

[[ but please feel free to respond and/or pester him in the layover thread! ]]

Americana! Presented by Sam Eagle, Tuesday Period 4 [7/20]

[but_mostly_america]

Sam was behind the usual podium in the usual classroom once more this week. Thankfully (or not, depending on your point of view) this week’s class was not being held virtually.

“Welcome back, students! I trust you have all recovered from the holes that plagued this island for the past few weeks. And from any unpleasantness you might have suffered yesterday but let us not speak of that!” Seriously. Don’t speak of it. That was how you got a yelling bird at the front of the room going on and on about indecency and moral decay.

“Now, some of you have missed some of our classes! Not to worry. I would be pleased to catch you up on what you may have missed due excessive weirdness. We have discussed Independence Day and baseball thus far! Please see me after class if you have questions pertaining to those subjects.”

“In light of recent events,” Sam continued (really, don’t bring up yesterday), “today we shall discuss something extremely wholesome. Today, in Americana! Presented by me, Sam Eagle, we shall discuss famed American artist Norman Rockwell.”

Oh look, a powerpoint presentation showing examples of Rockwell’s art. How did Sam put these together on a computer with only felt wings?

“You may be familiar with some of Mr. Rockwell’s work! He illustrated covers for Boy’s Life magazine, and more famously, The Saturday Evening Post. He also did illustration for such famed and extremely American companies as Coca-Cola, Jell-O, and General Motors! He also was very helpful to the war effort during World War II. I should find out if Captain America ever met him!”

Such a fanbird, Sam was.

“I have, of course, many more interesting facts about Mr. Rockwell. Please, feel free to ask questions!”

Fire & Rescue Bootcamp, Tuesday, Period 1

[designateddadfriend]

Oh hey! Travis was finally getting a chance to run his class. Having spent the last few days doing not much more than sleeping and sunbathing and procrastinating on putting the fire station back together, he was wholly unprepared.

But he was here. In uniform. In something called a "danger shop", which seemed entirely too appropriate for this godforsaken island.

"Right," he said. "So. Uh. Welcome to Fire & Rescue Bootcamp. Two weeks late. Which makes for a good first lesson for this sort of class: nothing ever, ever goes like you think it will. Ever."

He clapped his hands and pointed to a rack of turnouts he'd brought from the station (cleaned post-hole, thank you very much).

"One of the most important piece of equipment a firefighter has are his or her -- or their -- turnouts. That's what we call this lovely set of very heavy clothing I'm wearing." He tugged on his jacket. "Your turnouts include pants, usually held up by suspenders, boots, and a jacket. Now, these suckers weigh . . . a lot. And an average shift, at least back in Seattle where I trained and worked, is 24 hours long. Unless something has gone very very wrong, you're not going to be wearing your turnouts for the full shift. But when a call comes in, you need to be able to get into them quickly, or you will get left behind. So: that's what we're going to do today."

Travis pointed to a puddle of clothing on the floor, that looked a bit like someone had been raptured out of it. "Allow me to demonstrate. If someone wants to keep time?" He glanced around at the group, then nodded, assuming at least one of them would do it. Then he stepped into the puddle, sliding his legs into his boots and turnout pants all in one movement, and pulled them up, dragging the suspenders over his shoulders. He shrugged his jacket on a moment later, and his helmet followed, all in the matter of about two seconds.

He was a little rusty.

"Firefighting and rescue services are all about being prepared," he said. "So we train. We train hard. We train a lot. Most of the job is actually training, honestly. Even in regular towns that get fires on an ordinary basis." He shook his head. He was getting off on a tangent. "So today, each of you is going to find your own set of turnouts on this rack. It'll have your name on the back of the jacket, like this." He turned and showed them the bright yellow "MONTGOMERY" printed on the bottom hem of his jacket. "Locate your turnouts, put them on, and then run around the classroom. When you get back here, you're going to strip them back off and start all over again. First person to complete three rounds wins . . . something. TBD." He set his shoulders, stepped away from the rack, and yelled in his best drill sergeant voice: "On your marks! Get set! Go!"