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fandomhigh2013-09-16 11:14 am
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Teamwork, Monday, Period 2
The teamwork classroom was mostly bare today, with bins of Legos scattered throughout the space. Jack faced the class with her arms folded. Being a guy for the weekend had left her pissed off as all hell; she'd try not to take it out on the students, but it was an open question whether she'd succeed.
"Sometimes, your team has some crappy job to do that everybody needs to help with," she began. "Doesn't matter if it's not really your job, or if you feel like the whole thing is dumb. If you want the job to be done this year, everybody has to chip in without wasting time whining."
She hit a button on her datapad and projected an image onto the wall. "Today, your crappy little job is building a scale model of a spaceship out of Legos. There are six of you and you have an hour and the blueprints. Figure out who should do what, go to work, and if you're efficient you should get pretty far by the end of class."
"Sometimes, your team has some crappy job to do that everybody needs to help with," she began. "Doesn't matter if it's not really your job, or if you feel like the whole thing is dumb. If you want the job to be done this year, everybody has to chip in without wasting time whining."
She hit a button on her datapad and projected an image onto the wall. "Today, your crappy little job is building a scale model of a spaceship out of Legos. There are six of you and you have an hour and the blueprints. Figure out who should do what, go to work, and if you're efficient you should get pretty far by the end of class."
Re: Lego Time! [9/16]
Re: Lego Time! [9/16]
Re: Lego Time! [9/16]
Surreal walked up into the air as if she was using stairs, stopping about three feet up and putting two fingers in her mouth to issue an ear-splitting loud whistle. "Enough playing with yourselves," she hollered, her face utterly deadpan. "I want three teams: wings, rear-end, and we'll all work on that weird nose-part. Scruffy here is with me sorting these things by size--" a very arduous task, really, "--for you to use. Break yourselves up to work or I'll start assigning teams."
Don't let Surreal assign teams, people. Otherwise she's going to put you with people you obviously hate, just to slow down the process and annoy the teacher.