Arthurian Tradition Lesson FIIK

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

[[I swear to drunk I'll get all my class info sorted out after Friday. Okay, Monday.]]

The classroom is looking suspiciously festive. As in, there is a Santa hat on the moose. From Camulus' glare, it seems that this was not his doing. "Feasgar math, mo chlas," Camulus says when all are assembled, sounding slightly grumpy. "Your final project is due on Thursday, don't forget. Hopefully we will have use of the Danger Room Shop. This better be good. Oh, and your final exam is a week from today, the last day of class because the mun is a dope and has run out of time. I will mark them that evening, you can get your marks from me the next day. Just drop by when you have a chance. So today is your review period. Surprise!" He moves around the class, handing out a small booklet. "Your exam will be in three parts. The first is some multiple choice or fill-in-the-blank, I haven't decided yet. Know names, dates, titles. I'm going right back to the Celtic sources for this - Culhwch and Olwen, Ambrosius Aurelianus, Battle of Badon Hill. Next part is passage identification. I'll give you a paragraph from one of the works we studied, you tell me the author, title, date it was written, and explain its significance and context. That's worth the most. Finally, a short essay on one of the topics we covered in class."

He returns to his desk and uncovers a rather large mixing bowl that was sitting there. "And in the spirit of the holidays, I've made you a little treat. Fureach. Sometimes called crowdie." He displays the bowl, which appears to be a lumpy mixture of heavy cream and oatmeal. "It's heavy cream and uncooked oatmeal with a touch of whiskey," he says by way of explanation. "Old tradition. Have a spoonful or two. There's things buried in it - if you find them, you're lucky for a year."

Comments

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

"Go on, have some," Camulus said. "It's delicious says the mun, lying through her teeth."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I'm not much for chewing," Angel explained.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel smiled in Angel's direction as he came into class and sat next to Phoebe.