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Life Skills; Monday, First Period [01/02].

Class that morning (and probably most mornings) was being held in the Danger Shop, although it was set up to look just like any other classroom in the school, because that would never not be funny to Summer. Plus, it never hurt to keep some of the students who were in the know about the DS on their toes a little, and it never hurt, even with a first introductory class, to have that little extra cushion of safety just in case anything did get really weird.

Summer herself was leaning on the front of the desk at the front of the classroom, looking over the gathered students, faces both familiar and not-so-much, with a faint smirk on her face. "Welcome," she said," to the first class on the first day of a new semester, or, as I like to call it, probably way too early to ever be dealing with one of my classes, but they seem to want to put it right out there and out of the way right out the gate. This time around, we're going to be going over Life Skills, which is an extremely broad topic that can mean a lot of different things to a lot of different people, and we're going to somehow try and tap into all those things this semester with this class.

"For those of you who don't know," she continued, pressing a hand to her chest, "my name is Summer, I'm going to be your teacher for this class, and I hope my experiences with life in general can translate into some helpful skills for you all to learn. And for those of you who don't know, the first week of classes are usually just for introductions, and we are not going to stray from that trend, especially since none of you are overly sick of them yet. Not only that, but in this class, it'll also be kind of helpful, so I can know where everyone is, and whether or not I'll be steering this class more toward...like...changing tires and accounting, or, like...how to survive in a hellish post-apocalyptic landscape or defuse a bomb before you're blown to smithereens.

"Hopefully," she flashed her eyes around the room to gauge general reactions to that range of possibilities, "we'll find a good balance of all of it. But that's mostly what today is going to be for: going around, introducing yourself, and letting me know where you're from, what you like to do, what you're hoping to get out of this class, if there's anything in particular you'd like to learn or that you think you're already really good at, that kind of thing, just so I know where everyone's currently at.

"And then," said Summer, with a faint grin as she pushed up from the desk and moved around it, to pull a box out from behind it and set it on the desk with a very light and delicate thunk; reaching in, she pulled out a small, basic cell phone, "we're talking phones. If you have one, great. If you don't? Oh, boy, are we in for it today!"

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With a phone icon!

This one does like to talk, a lot, so better get comfortable and get used to it. But she's definitely always interruptible for questions or comments!

Get 'em now before you're sick of them! It's time to go around the room and let your teacher and fellow students know just who you are, and what you're hoping to get from this class, because, good god, 'life skills' could mean something very different for one person as it does to the next. Give your teacher some idea of what she'll be working with here!

"Alright," said Summer, nodding, once the last student had gone. "Good to meet you all. Now on to our first lesson, which I'm sure is a recap for most of you, but these little guys," she reached in to pull out one of the phones and held it up, "is practically your lifeblood in functioning in this specific day and age. Calls, texts, looking up information, listening to music, ordering food or portals through apps, playing games, watching movies and videos, organize your calendar, calculate something, need a flashlight? Boom. All here, in a device that'll fit into your back pocket.

"I'm going to ~~handwavily because omg~~ go over some of the more useful functions of your average cell phone so everyone is at least on the same page. If you already have one, great. If you don't already have one, feel free to grab one from the box and keep it. If you already have one and want a second one for reasons I will definitely not be asking about, also feel free to grab one. They're here for you guys. So let's do that so you can all follow along, and we'll get into it."

Feel free to ask questions about specific things, steer Summer in a direction of phone usage you're most interested in, start exchanging numbers with your classmates if you haven't already and start practicing your texting skills. You've got the rest of the class period to learn about and dick around on your phones. Use it!

Or! Better yet! Just text her your questions! Dynamic learning with instant applicability!

Amicia ~~who has never met a phone in her life~~ de Rune

Edited 2023-01-02 10:42 (UTC)

Amicia had spent most of the past day in her room, staring out the window. She had no idea of where she had wound up, nor how they knew her name, but she had not been threatened and it was hard– very hard– to care beyond it.

Now she was in the place she had been told she should be today, and let all the English wash over her.

Amicia waited until several others had ~~handwavily~~ gone, if simply so she could get some sense of what was being asked of her.

"I am… Amicia de Rune," she said slowly, carefully. "I am from France. Aquitaine. Not… now."

And that was as far as she managed before she ran out of her small collection of English words, and she fell silent.

Well. Amicia did have a question.

"…What?"

It just wasn't very specific.

"It's nice to meet you, Amicia," Summer offered, with a small, softer sort of smile, because, yeah, as far as the range of familiarity of faces in her class this time around, hers was way on the not scale, and she had noticed just a fewwwww particular things about her as she babbled on at the beginning of class. Not to mention the accent and the stilted way of talking. "And welcome to to the class. Is there anything in particular you're hoping to learn more about?"

Oh no.

Amicia looked impressively helpless for all of a few moments, but. No. Say something. Anything. "…Here," she said. "I would like to learn about things. Here."

Like that strange brick.

Which was fine! Honestly, from everything else so far, Summer expected as much, and there was always at least one in every class, and all the other students at least had a semester of getting used to all of this under their belts already. So she nodded.

"Okay," she said, "to break it down a little more, since, yeah, definitely going with the throw everyone in the pool and see who struggles to tread water method here, this is basically a communication device. In fact..."

Struck by a moment of brilliance (in her own opinion, anyway), Summer quickly turned to the phone currently in her hand, typed around a little bit, and then turned the phone toward Amicia.

"//Phones are very good also for translation//", the phone offered, in...roughly translated, robotic-voiced French.

Summer typed again.

"//Might take practice though//," the phone added.

Summer winced just a little, because she was definitely used to juggling a lot of different levels of knowledge and experience in these classes, but it always was just a little awkward when you realized just how big of a disparity because students you might have. But she didn't want to be discouraging, and this class was sort of about figuring out where everyone was so she could adjust accordingly moving forward. So she nodded and gave another encouraging smile.

And an amused snort.

"That's a topic," she said, "that'll definitely fill a whole semester easily."

She knew, because she'd just taught one!

"But that's good," she offered. "We'll definitely learn more about things here."

Although she felt that Amicia was using this in the absolute broadest sense. And it was something, and it gave Summer something to work from, and this was already a lot for the poor girl this early in the morning and her very first class, so she was just going to nod again with a, "Thank you, Amicia. Err, merci. I hope I can definitely help with that this semester."

Amicia stared at the brick. It was speaking. « How is it speaking? » she asked. « Is it– magic? »

And the phone, helpfully, translated that back for Summer, who just shook her head, and was pretty sure she could never actually pick up another language, damn.

« Not magic » the phone replied. «Technology. It has programs to do things. This one translates words. »

"Here," said Summer, coming over to where Amicia was sitting to kneel down and hold out the phone for her, after taking a moment to dick around on the phone and change the language settings, and also pull out her own and get hers ready for the receiving end. "I'll show you."

She handed the phone over on the main screen, and then pointed to the icon for the translation app she'd been using. "If you touch that," she explained, with her finger pointing it out, "it'll open an app that will translate things. Touch the picture, and then you can either type something in or speak to it. I've already got it set French to English."

Amicia took the phone gingerly and held it in her hands. It was so… light. And it had a voice in it? That could speak French?

She looked up at Summer, a question in her eyes, but… no. Touch it, she had said. So Amicia reached out and did so, feeling foolish, feeling–

Her eyes widened. « The picture changed? »

And the phone picked up on the question and spit it back out in English, and, man, it had been a while since Summer'd been in with a newbie this deep, plus the added language barrier.

But hey, was she a teacher up in this or not?

She typed away and had her phone respond.

« That means you're on the translation app. Each of those little pictures are different functions. If you touch the square at the center on the bottom, it takes you back to the home screen »

There was a pause, before Summer quickly added, "The home screen is like the front page of a book, except instead of turning pages to get to chapters, you just touch the little picture for where you want to go."

And the phone did....it's best to get...most of that.

Kurt Wagner ~~sadly no phone shot for this kiddo~~

"Hi, I am Kurt Wagner," Kurt said, pausing to give a big grin and wave to the room before turning back to Summer. "I'm really excited to be taking Summer's class, but as far as what skills I hope to learn...." he thought for a moment. "Really, anything that might help me later on, whether I end up as part of the X-Men, I stay here on the island, or... or start a family of my own or something someday." And yes, there was a thankfully invisible blush spreading across his face just then as he gave a slightly awkward grin.

"So, in other words," Summer couldn't help noting with an amused snort, "anything, everything, all of the above. But that's actually good, that gives me some wiggle room. But welcome to the class, Kurt. I'm sure I can find something to teach you to fit those super tight restricted expectations."

Vi ~~and that would be three for three with no phone icons~~

"Vi." And if it wasn't the most enthusiastic introduction Vi had ever given, it was at least not overly hostile. She shrugged. "Don't know. Not cooking."

So that was a hostile, no, judgemental, yes.

Well, if a certain someone had had the chance to make a suggestion, Kurt had a pretty good idea cleaning and laundry would be at the top of that 'need to learn' list!

"Aye" Kurt said with a nod. "Until a few years ago, it mostly just me and Muti and Vatti... errr my mother and father. Back in Germany. So, there's a lot of things I kinda know but not well, and probably a lot that I don't even know that I don't know..."

Kurt had his phone, simple as it was. He knew the basics of using the phone, camera, video, and such. Texting and all was still a bit of a challenge, but that was kinda what happened when you had only three fingers to begin with, and an accent that made voice-type apps spazz out at times. But he was getting better at the whole typing on the phone thing, though he was still a far cry from a speed texter.

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Life Skills; Monday, First Period [01/02].

Sign In - Life Skills, 01/02.

Listen to the Lecture - Life Skills, 01/02.

Introductions! - Life Skills, 01/02.

Class Activity: Phones! - Life Skills, 01/02.

Talk to the Teacher - Life Skills, 01/02.

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