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Classics/Foreign Lit, 02/14, Period 2

Dream manages an absent smile for the students as they file in, and there is an assortment of heart-shaped candies on each desk.

"Hello. Happy day of St. Valentine."

Classics: Dream lectures on Sappho and reads some of her poetry aloud. "For classwork today, please find a Greek love -- or anti-love -- poem or myth and present it to your classmates."

Foreign Lit: Students must take a quiz on Russian literature, alas. But the light at the end of the tunnel is a handout of poems by Pablo Neruda to read in preparation for a class on Latin American literature on Thursday.

[OOC: Quiz is 10 questions about the bard movement, Gogol, and other Russian literature. Tell me what grade you got.]

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LIsten to the lecture and find something to present.

Take the quiz, read Neruda.

Dream is in his office should you need him.

Nadia signed in for Foreign Lit, looking somewhat worse for wear.

Nadia took the quiz (grade: B) and cheerfully started reading the Latin American poetry.

"Ms. Santos, hello. I hope you have recovered from detention."

Nadia winced ever so slightly at the reminder. "Yes, sir," she smiled a little ruefully and waved a bandaged hand. "From detention, anyway."

Dream cocked an eyebrow. "I see. What has happened to you?"

Nadia shrugged. "Jack's birthday party was attacked by monsters. A bunch of us attacked back."

She seems to be becoming a bit blase about the wackiness of Fandom life.

Anders signs in, looking even more preoccupied today than he did last week.

And Fandom wackiness barely registers as weirdness at all to Dream, so he just says, "Ah. I hope that you won."

"This is, um, well, it's part of one of the poems by Sappho actually, 'cause I really like this one ~~which has nothing to do with my mun remembering it being in an episode of Xena, honest~~." Anders stands up and coughs a little bit, his cheeks flushing as he reads. (See, really, he can read. The suspicions can stop now.)

"Ah, but the heart flutters
Under my bosom,
When I behold thee
Even a moment;
Utterance leaves me;

My tongue is useless;
A subtle fire
Runs through my body;
My eyes are sightless,
And my ears ringing;

I flush with fever,
And a strong trembling
Lays hold upon me;
Paler than grass am I,
Half dead for madness."

He shuffles his feet awkwardly. "That's only the middle. There's more to it than that, actually."

Nadia nodded. "Oh yeah, we won. It just . . . took a little while."

Janet signed in for Classics.

Janet presents the story of Daphne and Apollo as a tale of possessiveness, rather than love. She also notes how even as a tree, Daphne couldn't escape Apollo, as he tore branches from her and wove himself a crown of laurel leaves.

Elizabeth signed in for foreign lit.

Elizabeth quickly worked her way through the quiz (A), and picked up the handout, flicking through and first reading the "Twenty Love Poems"

"That is a very physical poem, Mr. Anders. Nice work in translating it."

"Posessiveness and love are easy to confuse, for some," Dream said. "What do you think the symbolism of the laurel is, Ms. Frasier?"

*Hamlet signs in for foreign lit, looking moodier than usual.*

*Hamlet takes the quiz (B+, some misspelling of Russian names) and then starts in on the Neruda stuff. Great, more love poems.*

Nadia smiled slightly. "Well, first we had to get the ones in the kitchen, and then there was the really big one and her kids down in the basement. . . ." She shrugged. "So it took some time."

She was grinning by the time she finished, proud that she could be so nonchalant about Fandom wackiness.

"Well, not so much when it was ripping apart my only pair of jeans, but yeah. It was definitely exciting." Nadia tilted her head. "How have you been? I haven't talked to you in awhile."

"What's the classical symbolism, or what symbolism do I assign to it?" asked Janet. "The symbolism I see in it is Apollo's theft of Daphne. If he couldn't steal her virtue, he would take what he could from her."

Pessimistic, sure, but she'd been feeling uncomfortable without knowing why for the past couple of days.

"Yeah, it's, um, physical all right," mutters Anders, trying and failing to subtly tug at his collar. "Thanks, sir."

John signs in.

"Of course, Miss Bristow. Thank you for your concern."

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