Phys Ed; Thursday, First Period [09/07].

[sword_chocobro]

Call him crazy, but Gladio was thinking it felt pretty good to be back in the gymnasium again. Maybe it was just the promise of another semester of subjecting hapless victims students to at least an period's worth of physical activity each week. Maybe it was just that persistent aroma of plastic mats and stale sweat and the promise of squeaking tennis shoes on the gym room floor, but he was feeling pretty psyched to get started.

He'd even gotten a shiny new whistle for the occasion, but that wasn't all that was new, as was to be revealed as soon as everyone in the class was there, and Gladio gave a little nod (and maybe just faint extra grin directed at no one in particular, really) before getting started.

"Alright," he said, "hey, everyone. And welcome to this semester's phys ed class. I know you all know me because I know all of you, so we can probably skip the introductions and get right into the good stuff, and that's the first day physical challenge and assessment."

Oh, and that was a rare grin from Gladio, one that unabashedly stretched from ear to ear.

"But before we get to that," he said, gesturing toward the neatly stacked clothes on a fold-out table beside him, "your gear."

He figured that would be a more appealing word to use than uniforms, but, really, providing neutral-colored shorts, tanks, sweats, and cover-ups for the students had been an elegant solution to the wide variety of clothing people would be rolling in on, although everyone was on their own for footwear. If it helped, too, Gladio was already kitted out in the new FU branded sweats, and, hey, at least you knew they were brand new, too, right, and hadn't been just sitting in a storage closet somewhere for who knows how long.

"So suit up, stretch out, and we'll get started with some standard drills to see where everyone's at."

Considering the class roster? This could get interesting.

Sam Eagle Presents: The Weird States of America, Thursday 9/7

[but_mostly_america]

Sam Eagle, as was his tendency, was standing behind a podium at the front of the classroom waiting for the appointed time. At said time he cleared his throat and began speaking.

Best not to question how an oversized felt eagle could clear his throat.

“Good morning, students! Welcome to my newest class, Sam Eagle Presents: The Weird States of America! We will spend the next few months learning about this great country and all 50 weird states that make it up. America is a wonderful country but unfortunately her individual states are all quite weird.”

Sam shook his head sadly. “It is only when the states come together that they can truly be a great nation.”

Probably because without being together they wouldn’t be a nation at all, Sam.

“So, today, students, we shall introduce ourselves! Please state your name, your favorite state, and whether or not you can name all fifty of them. Extra credit will be awarded for answers that are not weird.”

Sam nodded at the students, looking for a volunteer. “Who would like to begin?”

Library, Thursday

[noonedecidesmyfate]

There was water dripping from the ceiling in the library and part of the carpet was completely soaked.

Belle was trying to avoid that portion of the space but it was unfortunately impossible to ignore the very loud fan that was being used to dry out the carpet.

Belle really wished she had some headphones right now to use while she put some books on display.

Ass-Kicking 101, Thursday, 3rd Period

[wrongkindofsith]

The first class of the semester was in the Danger Shop as it was the best place for subjects like this. Also because it allowed the teachers to more easily set up a little punch bag area for each student.

"Hi!" Jane said with a smile as the class filed on in. "Welcome to Ass-Kicking 101. I'm Dr. Jane Foster."

"I'm Cara," Cara said, with the air of a woman who'd been woken by squirrels in the small hours. "We hit things, we're very good at it."

"And we'd like to hear about you guys too," Jane said. "Your names, your experience in the subject, what you want to learn here..."

"Then you can punch the bags so we can see if you're lying." Tact, Cara, it was a thing you were capable of.

Jane winced, but really couldn't fault it too much. "I brought donuts since it's our first day," she added.