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fandomhigh2018-09-03 11:17 am
merciful_parable) wrote in fandomhigh2018-09-03 11:17 am
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How to Make Friends & Influence People | 4th Period | Monday
Carter had spent probably too long writing notes, on paper, and having them delivered to each of their students so that they would know to meet on the beach today. He'd also left a note taped to the door of their classroom as well, just in case, since it wouldn't do for anyone to miss class because they hadn't known where to go.
"Hello everyone," he said, once everyone had gathered. "I'm sure you're wondering what we're all doing out here today. While the calendar here continues to elicit some confusion, we did note that today in many places is something of a holiday."
Though exactly what said holiday entailed... ? No idea.
Yeah, don't ask Fjord, either. He wasn't even from an Earth. Still, he was here, looking fairly game for basically whatever. Possibly because there was going to be grilled meat.
He wasn't difficult to please, sometimes.
"We figured," he said, "it would be as good a time as any to do some socializing. And eating. And... whatever else you want to do on a holiday in the beach."
He had a complicated relationship with the beach himself, lately.
Grilled meat (beef, chicken, and fish; since Carter might not understand different worlds but he could make accommodations his students), grilled vegetables, chips, juices, sodas, and water to drink. And cookies, of course. Carter had baked peanut butter cookies today, since no one had mentioned anything about being allergic to peanuts last class. Either way, there wasn't much for people to complain about.
"Make an effort to talk to one another," Carter urged. "You can't learn to make friends without talking to one another, even if a conversation doesn't go your way."
"It's a party," Fjord agreed. "If you can't find something to have a conversation, then..." He frowned for a moment in thought. "Play tag or something."
... Was that a thing kids did at this age? Hell, he had no clue.
... Carter was glancing askance at Fjord for that one, yes. Tag? May and Stu considered themselves too old to play tag and they were much younger than these children.
"If you know how to swim," he said, "feel free to do so. As this is the last class of the day, once the period is over, you're free to remain here," with the free food, "or go about your business elsewhere. We do ask that you stay in this area for the class. But enough talk--come and eat. Enjoy yourselves!"
"Hello everyone," he said, once everyone had gathered. "I'm sure you're wondering what we're all doing out here today. While the calendar here continues to elicit some confusion, we did note that today in many places is something of a holiday."
Though exactly what said holiday entailed... ? No idea.
Yeah, don't ask Fjord, either. He wasn't even from an Earth. Still, he was here, looking fairly game for basically whatever. Possibly because there was going to be grilled meat.
He wasn't difficult to please, sometimes.
"We figured," he said, "it would be as good a time as any to do some socializing. And eating. And... whatever else you want to do on a holiday in the beach."
He had a complicated relationship with the beach himself, lately.
Grilled meat (beef, chicken, and fish; since Carter might not understand different worlds but he could make accommodations his students), grilled vegetables, chips, juices, sodas, and water to drink. And cookies, of course. Carter had baked peanut butter cookies today, since no one had mentioned anything about being allergic to peanuts last class. Either way, there wasn't much for people to complain about.
"Make an effort to talk to one another," Carter urged. "You can't learn to make friends without talking to one another, even if a conversation doesn't go your way."
"It's a party," Fjord agreed. "If you can't find something to have a conversation, then..." He frowned for a moment in thought. "Play tag or something."
... Was that a thing kids did at this age? Hell, he had no clue.
... Carter was glancing askance at Fjord for that one, yes. Tag? May and Stu considered themselves too old to play tag and they were much younger than these children.
"If you know how to swim," he said, "feel free to do so. As this is the last class of the day, once the period is over, you're free to remain here," with the free food, "or go about your business elsewhere. We do ask that you stay in this area for the class. But enough talk--come and eat. Enjoy yourselves!"
Re: Talk to your teachers!
Which would be true even if it wasn't the point of today's lesson.
Re: Talk to your teachers!
"If you don't mind that they'll be cold, then I do indeed," he said, smiling up and, well, up. "Feel free to help yourself--fish are in the red cooler, chicken in the green, and beef in the blue."
Because Carter was that sort of organized nerd about things.
Re: Talk to your teachers!
Still, he smiled gratefully and genuinely. "Oh, that's wonderful! How thoughtful and considerate to take into mind the variety of diets and food preferences for the enjoyment of all your students! I rather enjoy frozen, too, especially on a warm day such as this, it's an incredibly refreshing snack! And may I also add, what a splendid idea for a class! It is quite the enjoyable reminded to enjoy as many of these days as we can, for the cold winter weather will surely be right around the corner, arriving before we know it. I cannot think of a better way to spend my afternoon than out here in the company of my classmates and esteemed teachers."
The last bit said, of course, with a small nod of his head in recognition. And out of anyone else's mouth, it might have sounded over the top, but, darn it, Sidon was just so gosh durn sincere about it all.