Tactics of War, Monday, 6 - 8 PM FHT

[harringtongreen.livejournal.com]

Admiral Harrington is standing at the front of the room, arms folded across her chest, most of her weight resting on the table behind her. Anyone paying exceptionally close attention might notice she is favoring her left leg just a bit, a result of allowing the training bot to slip past her guard. Nimitz is on the table, guarding a plate of cookies with an impish gleam -- because hey, they're not celery, but he's never known Mac to make anything bad.

"My apologies, but I'm afraid I don't have a lecture prepared for you this evening. Please sign in, turn in your papers, and you're free to grab a cookie then disappear for the evening. Nimitz and I will be available after class if you have any questions or concerns."

She smiles and hovers near the front to attend to any questions or discussion.

Comments

Re: Turn in Assignments

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty would probably do pretty well on an exam. Clarence on the other hand would probably suck at it.

So he answers the questions in a very silly manner. Mostly he writes things about how sandwiches should be made in a manner where the hot side stays hot and the cool side stays cool until the sandwich is finally put together and then eaten in a zen like state of bliss, after which you send troops out into the field to kill, murder and maim the enemy.

There might be a footnote about cat's breath smelling like cat food.