Focus on Photographers; Tuesday, First Period [01/07].

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"Hey, there, everyone!" Prompto said, giving the very small and very familiar class an almost grateful smile. He was still holding out hope that there'd be some kind of a surge in interest in photography around here one of these days, but honestly? If it weren't for these three, he'd be pretty out of luck on the topic, wouldn't he? Oh, well! He'd just have to make the most of it, so that maybe they'd come back if he ended up doing another photography class again!

"And welcome to Focus on Photographers," he continued enthusiastically, despite that small bit of maudlin self-relfection, "the class where we're going to have a look at a variety of different photographers out there, discuss their style and techniques, talk about what we think about them, and maybe, with some of them, even try a few things inspired by them. As you all know, I'm Prompto Argentum, I'll be your teacher again this semester, and since we've all had classes together in the past, I think we can just skip right over the introductions and get right into it. After all, there's a lot of talented photographers out there, so let's make the most of it, yeah?

"We're going to start with the artist who actually randomly inspired this class when something came up on my socials about him winning the Wildlife Photo of the Year for 2024, with a photo that I'm putting up now called Swarm of Life. There were a lot of really cool photos in the running, but this image of western toad tadpoles from a lake in Vancouver, Canada, is what really took the title and what we're going to focus on, as well as the other works of its photographer, a Canadian by the name of Shane Gross. So let's get right into it.

Friendship is Magic!, Tuesday, January 7, 2025

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Anakin swept into the classroom, robes sweeping around his ankles. "Hello, everyone, and welcome to Daring Escapes."

He had not actually checked what the moose had submitted to the course catalog.

"Or as we like to call it, the Power of Friendship" Ahsoka read off her copy of the class roster. "Because trust and friendship are the most vital tools in securing a daring escape." Not that she was inclined to trust Anakin with the datawork after this.

Anakin turned to look at Ahsoka. "I'm sorry, what?"

Ahsoka wordlessly passed him the roster, which helpfully even had the class description at the top. And glittery stickers.

There was a long, awkward pause. "I'm sorry, what?" Anakin repeated. Louder.

"We're teaching a class on friendship," Ahsoka said serenely. Possibly because she actually knew how to make friends.

Anakin could make friends! Sometimes! For now, though, he was still staring at Ahsoka. "We are?"

"We are." The glittery stickers did not lie.

"We are." There was a moose that was about to get an earful.

"Right. Introductions. Your name and the name of your best friend, should you have one, and three things you like about them."

Mad Kings & Queens: Raving Royals and How To Survive Them [Tuesday, 2nd Period]

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Ghanima was sitting on her desk, absently eating lemon drops and sharing them with Trebor as they watched the students wander into the room. As usual, the space was filled with large piles of pillows, some divans, and various cushioned footstools. Ghanima disapproved of sterile classrooms, thank you very much, and both she and the students tended to be more comfortable this way.

Once the last of her class had arrived, her face lit up with a smile.

"Well now," she said, her voice carrying effortlessly. "It seems I have both new and familiar faces!"

( The Throne raises the majesty of kings above scorn and above laws. )