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fandomhigh2006-09-07 07:36 am
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Science! (Thursday, Period 7)
The science classroom was arranged as most science classrooms were - lab benches that seated two, facing a larger one and a chalkboard at the front of the class. Shelves and cupboards were stocked with glassware and things floating in jars. There also appeared to be a pair of safety goggles with battery-operated wipers attached. A skeleton, jauntily arrayed in bowler cap and bowtie, hung from his stand in the front of the class.
Shortly after the bell, a short figure with frizzy red hair flounced into the room, giving the impression that she was on the verge of a pirouette. Her dress was covered in a print of various scientific paraphenalia - beakers, flasks, bunsen burners, elements, atoms, molecules, DNA, etc - and her shoes somehow managed to match. Miniature Erlenmeyer flasks dangled from her earlobes. There was a large iguana perched on her shoulder, although she didn't stay there long, scampering down the woman's arm onto the teacher's lab bench and then appeared to arrange a pile of papers.
"Good morning, class!" the woman trilled, clasping her hands together. "My name is Ms. Frizzle! Welcome to science! Oh, we are going to have such fun together, children! I will do my best to learn each and every one of your names and if - ah, thank you, Liz!" This was directed at the lizard, who had just handed her a class roster. Ms. Frizzle quickly read through the attendance, almost bouncing in place.
That finished, she turned her attention to whatever lesson she had in mind. Although 'mind' seemed to be a slightly loose term when applied to this woman. "Science!" she announced, unconsciously striking a pose. "It's all around us! You might not think about it, but it's there! From the chemistry involved in making your breakfast waffles to the physics in making the bus run, to the way the beam your flashlight works! It's all science and it's wonderful!" Another pose and almost-pirouette.
"This year we will be having a science fair! I want you all to find a partner and use this class to talk about your projects! You don't have to decide on a topic yet, but I want you all to get to know each other - if you don't already - and get to know me! And there's no better way to do that then to jump right in!"
You know all those exclamation points that the Power Rangers are alloted? Ms. Frizzle has been siphoning their supply.
[[*strokes everyone's childhoods* Please to be seeing this for my availability. OCDa-comin' here, yo.]]
Shortly after the bell, a short figure with frizzy red hair flounced into the room, giving the impression that she was on the verge of a pirouette. Her dress was covered in a print of various scientific paraphenalia - beakers, flasks, bunsen burners, elements, atoms, molecules, DNA, etc - and her shoes somehow managed to match. Miniature Erlenmeyer flasks dangled from her earlobes. There was a large iguana perched on her shoulder, although she didn't stay there long, scampering down the woman's arm onto the teacher's lab bench and then appeared to arrange a pile of papers.
"Good morning, class!" the woman trilled, clasping her hands together. "My name is Ms. Frizzle! Welcome to science! Oh, we are going to have such fun together, children! I will do my best to learn each and every one of your names and if - ah, thank you, Liz!" This was directed at the lizard, who had just handed her a class roster. Ms. Frizzle quickly read through the attendance, almost bouncing in place.
That finished, she turned her attention to whatever lesson she had in mind. Although 'mind' seemed to be a slightly loose term when applied to this woman. "Science!" she announced, unconsciously striking a pose. "It's all around us! You might not think about it, but it's there! From the chemistry involved in making your breakfast waffles to the physics in making the bus run, to the way the beam your flashlight works! It's all science and it's wonderful!" Another pose and almost-pirouette.
"This year we will be having a science fair! I want you all to find a partner and use this class to talk about your projects! You don't have to decide on a topic yet, but I want you all to get to know each other - if you don't already - and get to know me! And there's no better way to do that then to jump right in!"
You know all those exclamation points that the Power Rangers are alloted? Ms. Frizzle has been siphoning their supply.
[[*strokes everyone's childhoods* Please to be seeing this for my availability. OCD
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Okay. Enough thinking about Ranma's body. For now.
"Might be on to something there," Chad admitted, pushing the gears in his head into motion. "Would make sense, anyway. Would almost be a crime not to do something with muscles, considering..." He trailed off, but his mind kept going, finishing the phrase with a triumphant 'what mighty powerhouses we be,' followed by the sort of dramatic, flexing pose that he would never, ever allow himself to actually do. But it was fun to think about it.
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"We're thinking about doing something about muscles," he told her.
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