Life Skills; Monday, First Period [01/02].

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Class that morning (and probably most mornings) was being held in the Danger Shop, although it was set up to look just like any other classroom in the school, because that would never not be funny to Summer. Plus, it never hurt to keep some of the students who were in the know about the DS on their toes a little, and it never hurt, even with a first introductory class, to have that little extra cushion of safety just in case anything did get really weird.

Summer herself was leaning on the front of the desk at the front of the classroom, looking over the gathered students, faces both familiar and not-so-much, with a faint smirk on her face. "Welcome," she said," to the first class on the first day of a new semester, or, as I like to call it, probably way too early to ever be dealing with one of my classes, but they seem to want to put it right out there and out of the way right out the gate. This time around, we're going to be going over Life Skills, which is an extremely broad topic that can mean a lot of different things to a lot of different people, and we're going to somehow try and tap into all those things this semester with this class.

"For those of you who don't know," she continued, pressing a hand to her chest, "my name is Summer, I'm going to be your teacher for this class, and I hope my experiences with life in general can translate into some helpful skills for you all to learn. And for those of you who don't know, the first week of classes are usually just for introductions, and we are not going to stray from that trend, especially since none of you are overly sick of them yet. Not only that, but in this class, it'll also be kind of helpful, so I can know where everyone is, and whether or not I'll be steering this class more toward...like...changing tires and accounting, or, like...how to survive in a hellish post-apocalyptic landscape or defuse a bomb before you're blown to smithereens.

"Hopefully," she flashed her eyes around the room to gauge general reactions to that range of possibilities, "we'll find a good balance of all of it. But that's mostly what today is going to be for: going around, introducing yourself, and letting me know where you're from, what you like to do, what you're hoping to get out of this class, if there's anything in particular you'd like to learn or that you think you're already really good at, that kind of thing, just so I know where everyone's currently at.

"And then," said Summer, with a faint grin as she pushed up from the desk and moved around it, to pull a box out from behind it and set it on the desk with a very light and delicate thunk; reaching in, she pulled out a small, basic cell phone, "we're talking phones. If you have one, great. If you don't? Oh, boy, are we in for it today!"

Sensory Deprivation Combat Training; Monday, Third Period [01/02].

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The class would be held in the Danger Shop, but the room itself awaited them in its most basic form: just a plain room, an empty canvas, a blank slate. The one exception was a rack with a variety of different and moddable practice weapons, and your instructor, who stood waiting, arms folded, sans shades, his blank eyes just staring out into nothingness as he instead was listening for and counting footsteps, perhaps even the small murmurs of conversation, until his attention shifted to the watch on his wrist as it gave a little chirping beep.

"And that," said Ignis, turning off the alarm, "is time. I'm assuming you're all here, and anyone who may be running late will simply have to catch up. Welcome to Sensory Deprivation Combat Training. I hope you call can gather a guess as to what we will be doing in this class based on the title alone, but, for clarity sake, this is a course that will focus on honing your skills as a fighter without the use of the sensory cues that many of us come to take for granted. Sight. Sound. Even touch and scent, although, admittedly, I am still working out how we might better incorporate taste. I assume not many of you have fallen into bad habits based around your tendency to lick your opponents," here, a brief smile, for what Ignis considered quite the joke, "but do correct me if I'm wrong.

"My name," he then offered, "is Ignis Scientia, former Crownsguard and Daemon Hunter of Insomnia, trained in combat since a very young age. And just to get the obvious out of the way," he gestured toward his face, those blank white eyes and the sunburst-like scarring on the left side of his face, "yes, I am blind. I was not born this way, however. I lost my sight around ten years ago. The details of how are...unimportant, for the purpose of this class. What is important is that it forced me to adapt. I had to relearn many of the things I had been taught, and I learned just how much we rely on our senses when we fight...and how not to take them for granted, but also how to use ones we might not consider as much better to our advantage.

"These are lessons I hope to impart to you so that you may hopefully reap their benefit without the impediment of obligation.

"As such," he continued, for just a bit longer, but it was important, "this course will be quite a bit different from other combat lessons in more ways than just the specific subject nature. Obviously, I cannot critique your progress on sight alone, and I will put my trust in you all to hold yourselves and each other accountable when it comes to things like form, but I will also be training with you all directly to see how you're doing in my own way. This is the Danger Shop; there's no need to worry about causing any harm, so I hope you will give it your all in your battles.

"That said," he gave another faint smile, "I think I've done enough talking for now. It's our very first class, so in the grand tradition of such things, I should like to get to know who I'm working with, and then, with that knowledge, next week, we can continue accordingly. There will be two parts in this: first, your typical introduction. Tell me who you are, your experience with combat and training as might be relevant to the class, if you have any preferred styles or weapon choices, and whatever else you might like to share. Then, after we've all introduced ourselves, I'm going to ask that you each humor me in a little bit of a spar, so that I may also know a little bit more about your style firsthand.

"Are there any questions before we begin? If not, I'll happily take a volunteer to get us started."

Practical Wilderness Survival- Second Period- Monday

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Dwight looked up from his notes and glanced at the clock on the wall seeing it was time to get things started.

"Alright everyone, welcome to the first class of Wilderness Survival," he said as he clapped his hands together. "This is a class focused on exactly what it sounds like- learning to survive out in the wild.  If you were to get lost, kidnapped, or randomly teleported away, all possibilities here on the island, I might add, how long would you be able to last? Could you find food and shelter? Could you find clean water to drink? Could you signal for help and survive until a rescue party arrives? These are the kinds of things we will learn about in this class."

Dwight paused and took a look around the room at who all was there.

"We are just going to start off small and simple for the first class. I'd like each of you to tell us who you are, where you are from, and if you have any experience with wilderness survival or something similar. "

Interpretive Dance- Monday- 4th period

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Kitty showed up like right at the start of class, looking a little annoyed, and trying to tamp down on that. Blame the moose.

"Hey, guys. If you haven't had me before, my name is Kitty Pryde-Barton and I don't really care what you call me. I grew up dancing and have taught different styles here before, which is what I thought I was going to be doing this time. Instead I guess we're doing interpretive dance, in which it's less about riding choreography and more about... well, interpreting stories and feelings. There's some skill involved, but it's more about telling a story and getting emotions across. Acting with your body.

"So I'm going to have you help me push the desks out of the way here, and then after some introductions, I'm just going to have you dance it out today."