Infantry Tactics [Wednesday Second Period]

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Today Max was wearing an odd expression, sort of dopey, distracted grin, and he didn't seem to be paying nearly as much attention as he usually did. There was the by-now familiar pile of random gear awaiting the students. "You know the drill," Max waved vaguely. He sounded like he had other places he'd rather be today. While everyone grabbed whatever gear it was they planned on carrying for today's exercise, Max just stood there, staring dreamily off into space.

In fact, he was just going to stand there staring dreamily off into space until someone probably a TA reminded him that he still had a class to teach.

"Oh, right!" Max blinked rapidly, then shook his head like he was trying to clear it. The continued presence of the dopey grin suggested that he was, at best, only partially successful. "Let's go." Fortunately running around with squads of infantry was so second nature that Max could do it without thinking, so distractions didn't really matter. His lecture, however, definitely suffered for it.

"Today we're going to talk about..." he paused, frowning. "Um..." Another pause. He had notes on today's topic back in his office, and he'd even glanced over them (dreamily) before class, but he couldn't remember what they said now. Then inspiration struck! "Today," Max began again, "each of you is going to talk about what you've learned this semester. At least two things that you hadn't known or thought about before. You can also ask questions that haven't come up yet if you like."

Ha! That way he didn't have to know what was going on. Max told himself he'd try to pay attention and offer feedback and answer questions, but... he was very distracted. He wasn't even paying attention to where they were going.

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Re: The TAs

[intraspective]

But it'd be awesome. Of that, she was sure.

"We can't do frosting that way," she mock-sighed. "Or we could, but that'd make them look all weird and be hard to eat. We could use chocolate to match the caramel though--they work well together! And enough sprinkles would make up for the lack of frosting!"

Re: The TAs

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

"Between apples and cupcakes, I think that's enough treats for everyone," Anemone agreed. "At least, as long as no one's allergic to sugar or something like that."

Re: The TAs

[intraspective]

"I don't think anyone is?" she said, glancing at the rest of the class. "Otherwise they'd be having issues today, with all the cookies and stuff around."

Re: The TAs

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

Anemone nodded. "They made a very good breakfast." What? They did!

"Think the teacher got whapped on the head really hard with one or something?"

Re: The TAs

[intraspective]

"I was wondering that," she admitted, giving him a long look. "He's, erm, well. I don't think he'd notice if we shoved him off a cliff right now."

And what would be the point of that, if he didn't notice?

Re: The TAs

[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

"What good is a sneak attack if he can't appreciate it?" she agreed. "Either he's ADD from sugar, or he tripped on something this morning."

Re: The TAs

[intraspective]

"Maybe both?" she answered. "I mean, he's really out of it. He's lucky the terrain in here ain't real."