Rage Against the Machine: Etc, Etc, Etc; Tuesday, Second Period [04/05].

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Sooooooooo," said Summer, at the front of the classroom, with a shrug of her shoulders, "this makes two weeks in a row, where I kind of feel like, you know, real life shit is making what I want to do in this class seem generally unimportant or at least not relevant enough to bother, but, well, I mean, my kid this weekend apparently was being kept in a space lab where he was being developed into some kind of weapon on mass destruction, which, hey, is something that evil Galactic Empires do that's pretty high up there on the Bad scale, right?

"Although," she added with a shake of her head, "should be noted, ninety-nine point eight percent sure that the Evil Empire doing that shit was actually my dimension's US of A, so you don't even need to go that far for your empires these days. Anyway, point is, today we're breaking into an evil space lab." She pushed a button so that the class room sim shifted into the evil space lab one, and then made as if heading for the door. "Have fuuuuuun!"

But she didn't get far before she laughed and turned back. "LOL, JK," she said. "I'm definitely helping you guys through it; what kind of teacher would I be if I just dropped you in and let you fend for yourself? Okay. So. Here's some blueprints and other helpful documents, let's start with some strategizing and planning, and then let's go see what we can find."

Living with Trauma, Tuesday 4/5, 3rd Period

[stykera]

Any students arriving today would find the classroom door locked with a note, located rather far below eye level, stuck to it.





[...what? Nothing to see here.]

Books vs Movies, Tuesday first period

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Today's story was about a man with amnesia. Rather fitting, since Jon had nearly forgotten it was Tuesday and he had class. He'd cleaned up meticulously, but probably still looked like he was likely to blow over in a stiff wind.

He nodded to the class and got right into things. "It's worth noting that today's film was actually made more or less at the same time as the story was written. Mr Nolan the writer pitched the idea to his brother, a filmmaker, and supplied him with a draft story to work from while he finished the short story himself. So the screenplay and the story were developed by the brothers concurrently from the same idea."

He waved vaguely at the screen. "You'll find a number of differences, but I think it's worth exploring how each works in relation to the other." He started the film.


And as usual, there was next week's text: The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.