Shop Class; Tuesday, First Period [10/05].

[special_rabbit]

A text last night oh so handwavily from Summer had left Amaya in a little bit of an emotional pickle (the worst kind of pickle! Even worse than bread and butter!), but, thankfully, she had a class that morning that she could throw herself into to help her ignore it, and so she was ready and raring to go with avoidy gusto!

"Welcome back, everyone," Amaya greeted eagerly. "I sure hope you're ready to get some more use out of those mini-foundries we made a little while back, as well as what we whittled up last week, and we've got a lot to squeeze into today, so we're going to get right to it. Now if you didn't bring what you whittled last week or you lost it," not looking at you, Troy, "that's fine. You can whip up something new real quick or I've got plenty of other interesting shapes you can use, but ultimately, we're putting them to good use through a process called sand casting. That's when you make a mold out of tightly packed, slightly damp sand for founding whatever little pieces you'd like with the pattern you've made. Not necessarily the best way to cast an item, but definitely an effective, quick, and fairly cheap way to do it, and hopefully a little bit of fun, too.

( Sand Casting! )

"Let me know if you have any questions, I'll be checking in on you as you work, and let's just get to it!"

Fear in Literature, Tuesday 4th period

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon was at the front of the class today as usual, and the board just said: The End. Death

"This fear is a fairly simple and primal one," he said once they were settled. "The fear of death, of ceasing to be. The coming end that waits for all and cannot be ignored. This week's story was Bradbury's "The Crowd". There are any number of stories involving the fear of death - again, any number of stories even if we only went with Poe. This one has a bit more of a persona or embodiment of Death, though, in the crowd itself. So, do you think that made it more or less effective in getting across the fear of death itself? How do you think this fear compares, contrasts, and interacts with the others we've dealt with so far? After all, they all involved death, too."



Before they left, he wrote the next assignment on the board. "For next week, please read Jorge Luis Borges' "The Book of Sand", and we'll be discussing it.

Fixin Stuff- Tuesday- 2nd period

[gotyoucookie]

Congratulations, you were not in the Danger Shop apartment today!

You were in the Danger Shop apartment's underground parking garage.

"You know what breaks a lot? Cars," Nick said, patting the old beater he was standing next to. "You're getting ready to go to work or school, get to your car, and you've got a flat tire. Now the first thing you have to do is figure out why it's flat. Is there a cut in it? Is the air just too low?"

He knelt down, inspecting the tire. "See that? That's a nail. So we're gonna have to change the tire. So we're gonna get up, go to the trunk and find the spare..."

And as he did that, he stopped talking. And started throwing random things out of the trunk.

"Okay, there's no spare," Nick announced. "Now we could call AAA. I don't have AAA. I can handle this. So I'm going to get the air pressure filler thing I keep in my car for times like this, and then we can drive on out if here to the tire store."

Nick. Nick, no.

Ethics, Sunday, October 5, 2021

[sith_happened]

"This weekend was one of the more disconcerting bits of Fandom whimsy," Anakin said, as he arrived in the classroom and settled into his normal perch on the end of the desk, "where people turn into different people. Today we're going to examine that. What makes you you? How disconcerting is it to see or experience someone else wearing a familiar face?"