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fandomhigh2019-03-14 06:03 am
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Culture Shock; Thursday, Period 2 [03/15].
All the necessary notes, texts, signs and emails had gone out to alert the Culture Shock class that they would not be meeting in the Danger Shop as usual that week. Shock! Gasp! Horror! Except that that meant they had to be meeting somewhere pretty good instead, right?
It just didn't get much better than the cafeteria! Remember? Remember, kids? The school has a cafeteria?
A cafeteria with a few tables arranged in a horseshoe, with little construction paper "plaques" (Summer made them herself, she was very proud of them, and please don't mind the glitter) with everyone's name denoting their seat, along with a small, different colored flag for everyone, too. The horseshoe curved around another table, where they would find a variety of foods arranged on plastic trays with dividers. Each one had a small carton of milk in one spot, some mushy green beans and corn in another spot, a small cookie that was definitely oatmeal raisin in another, but the "main entree" spot varied by tray: one had some questionable looking meatloaf, one had just piles and piles of spaghetti with tomato sauce, one sported another stunning Summer Smith jello creation, and the fourth could offer none other than that quintessential American school lunch classic, the delicately burnt around the edges square pizza.
Summer had prepared it all whilst cackling with glee, imagining that Dr. Lecter was on the island somewhere weeping and not sure exactly why.
And Kanan... was apparently some sort of sadist, because he had gone along with it.
Hell, he'd gone out to buy the tuna.
"Government," Kanan opened with, because, let's face it, he'd been making Summer do the introduction heavy lifting for a while now (but in fairness, she knew so much more poetry than he did). "The system or group of people governing an organized community. Here on the island, we have a mayor. Other, larger levels of government might involve governors, chancellors, presidents, queens... This class, if it counts, has Summer and I, nominally in charge of the lot of you."
Which was why you occasionally had rancors or ice cream with flies on it thrown at you. Weren't you happy you took this class?
"Today," Summer said, "you are all going to be governmental representatives of your home, here at our own little Fandom High United Nations. On Earth, the United Nations is this international organization where various countries of the world get together and try to work out the world's problems. They discuss things like treaties and peace, human rights, humanitarian aid, sustainable development and maintaining international law, blah blah blah, all that good stuff, a way of different governments coming together to make their case and work toward a common solution...or at least a decent compromise."
"In this particular instance, the Fandom High United Nations needs to agree on one of the most important topics of our time," Kanan said, and then he gestured toward the foods that had been set out. "Taco Tuesdays are over, and the cafeteria needs to come up with a lunch special to replace them. One that everybody can agree on."
And they all just looked so delicious, how would they ever manage to pick just one?
Summer took a moment to explain what the options actually were, mentioning that she had extras if anyone wanted to sample for a more educated argument. "We'll go around the table and have everyone state their name, where they're from, and what option best reflects not necessarily your own personal choice, but the choice that you feel will best suit the people you're representing and try to make a good case for why. And then everyone can jump in with their own thoughts, get a good old debate going, and see if you can't manage to work out an agreement that won't leave your 'nations' in a bad spot."
"And then," Kanan added, "feel free to stick around for lunch."
He didn't know about the rest of you, but he was absolutely going to try that jello concoction.
Just to know.
It just didn't get much better than the cafeteria! Remember? Remember, kids? The school has a cafeteria?
A cafeteria with a few tables arranged in a horseshoe, with little construction paper "plaques" (Summer made them herself, she was very proud of them, and please don't mind the glitter) with everyone's name denoting their seat, along with a small, different colored flag for everyone, too. The horseshoe curved around another table, where they would find a variety of foods arranged on plastic trays with dividers. Each one had a small carton of milk in one spot, some mushy green beans and corn in another spot, a small cookie that was definitely oatmeal raisin in another, but the "main entree" spot varied by tray: one had some questionable looking meatloaf, one had just piles and piles of spaghetti with tomato sauce, one sported another stunning Summer Smith jello creation, and the fourth could offer none other than that quintessential American school lunch classic, the delicately burnt around the edges square pizza.
Summer had prepared it all whilst cackling with glee, imagining that Dr. Lecter was on the island somewhere weeping and not sure exactly why.
And Kanan... was apparently some sort of sadist, because he had gone along with it.
Hell, he'd gone out to buy the tuna.
"Government," Kanan opened with, because, let's face it, he'd been making Summer do the introduction heavy lifting for a while now (but in fairness, she knew so much more poetry than he did). "The system or group of people governing an organized community. Here on the island, we have a mayor. Other, larger levels of government might involve governors, chancellors, presidents, queens... This class, if it counts, has Summer and I, nominally in charge of the lot of you."
Which was why you occasionally had rancors or ice cream with flies on it thrown at you. Weren't you happy you took this class?
"Today," Summer said, "you are all going to be governmental representatives of your home, here at our own little Fandom High United Nations. On Earth, the United Nations is this international organization where various countries of the world get together and try to work out the world's problems. They discuss things like treaties and peace, human rights, humanitarian aid, sustainable development and maintaining international law, blah blah blah, all that good stuff, a way of different governments coming together to make their case and work toward a common solution...or at least a decent compromise."
"In this particular instance, the Fandom High United Nations needs to agree on one of the most important topics of our time," Kanan said, and then he gestured toward the foods that had been set out. "Taco Tuesdays are over, and the cafeteria needs to come up with a lunch special to replace them. One that everybody can agree on."
And they all just looked so delicious, how would they ever manage to pick just one?
Summer took a moment to explain what the options actually were, mentioning that she had extras if anyone wanted to sample for a more educated argument. "We'll go around the table and have everyone state their name, where they're from, and what option best reflects not necessarily your own personal choice, but the choice that you feel will best suit the people you're representing and try to make a good case for why. And then everyone can jump in with their own thoughts, get a good old debate going, and see if you can't manage to work out an agreement that won't leave your 'nations' in a bad spot."
"And then," Kanan added, "feel free to stick around for lunch."
He didn't know about the rest of you, but he was absolutely going to try that jello concoction.
Just to know.
Sign In - Culture Shock, 03/14.
Re: Sign In - Culture Shock, 03/14.
Re: Sign In - Culture Shock, 03/14.
Re: Sign In - Culture Shock, 03/14.
Lecture! - Culture Shock, 03/14.
Debate and Discuss! - Culture Shock, 03/14.
Re: Debate and Discuss! - Culture Shock, 03/14.
"Lana Beniko. I'm representing the Sith Empire, apparently." Darth Vowrawn would laugh his ass off. "Personally, I believe that the cafeteria should take the money spent on these foods and simply give it to the students. Who's to know if half these things are even edible to all the species here?"
The Empire probably wouldn't care so much about that, true, but if Lana was representing it, it did. And it was a practical argument to get out of eating...any of that. The Empire approved of practicality.
Food Fight! - Culture Shock, 03/14.
It was clearly a mutiny. The pi-rats that had swept over the island were naturally drawn to the cafeteria, especially when there was food just hanging around like that. And these swash-buckling rodents were clearly looking to start something!
Re: Food Fight! - Culture Shock, 03/14.
Teachers! - Culture Shock, 03/14.
Re: Teachers! - Culture Shock, 03/14.
She did not exactly like it on her cute new top, though.
Re: Teachers! - Culture Shock, 03/14.
Somehow.
Probably dumb luck, right?
Sure!
OOC! - Culture Shock, 03/14.