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Today class met in the park again, with tape lines down in a large rectangle, bisected by another line in the middle. Lily was looking semi-dressed down today, with a whistle around her neck.

"You've been a great class," she said, "and it's been terrific teaching you all. And because this is our last class, I'm going to show you a time-honored tradition of aggressive cruelty and competitiveness called dodgeball. Here are the rules. I've divided you into teams. Each side starts with one ball so we have two total. You proceed to whip the ball at someone on the other team. If you hit them, they're out and they need to go sit over there. But if they catch the ball, you're out. Last person standing wins it for their team. Also, I have a first aid kit here, complete with band-aids for you attention-grabbers. Any questions? Okay, go play!"

Since it was cabin time, Lily handwavily notified her class to meet in the park, near the playground. And today, she was carrying a pineapple.

"Hi, guys. It's been a weird weekend, with the whole being tiny thing, and the fact that my husband is now a pineapple- say hi to Mr. Eriksen, boys and girls," she said, and almost seemed to be covering his, uh, ears. "So we're going to start off easy by giving him a little surprise. You see those tables I set up right there? On them is a bunch of art supplies. You can all draw him a picture so he hopefully doesn't feel as weird when he's not a food again."

When they'd finished with that, Lily said, "Today we're playing a game called Ghost in the Graveyard. How it works is, this tree right here is base. Whoever's it stands with their hand or foot on it, counts up, like 'One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock,' all the way up till midnight, while everyone else hides. When they yell 'midnight!' you all have to leave your hiding place and try to get to the base without being tagged. The person who's it has to leave the base at midnight. First one to get tagged is it, and we start over.

"The rules are, no tagbacks, and if you're not touching the base, any tags count. Any questions? Okay, go play!"

"Arrr, hi, guys, shiver me timbers!" Lily greeted the class as they came in. "Sorry about the speech, I'm jus' like this today. I'm learnin' not t' ask. So anyway, today we're goin' t' be usin' somethin' called jump rope.

"Aye, they're easy. Mostly. You just hold both ends like so," she said, gripping the ends of a jump rope in both hands to demonstrate, and swinging the rope up so she could hop over it, "Arrr, and jump o'er it. Pretty self-explanatory. You can get tripped up, though, especially when you start goin' faster. Just please don't trip yourself int' a clinic 'isit. Tis' good exercise, too. You can do this either by yourself, or you can tie an end t' a tree an' work with one other person, or you can have two people hold a side and jump between them. Arrr.

"Arrr, and if you're verily darin', thar be rhymes you can say while jumpin', just for an added bit o' fun. Ye'll ne'er get me buried booty!" Frowning at herself because she had no idea where that part came from, she tried to ignore it by passing out the handouts and giving them a second to look it over. "Aye, any questions? Okay, go ahead and pair up, or you can go by yourself. My parrot concurs." If she looked confused, it was because she didn't have a parrot.


[Yes, I used the translator. Sorry for the lame class. I may be a wee bit hung over. Oops.]

E-mails had handwavily been sent out to let the students know to meet in the Danger Shop, which was set up today to look like a playground. Lily was standing inside, smiling and waving them in, always glad to have a new class. Even if this one was a lot taller than what she was used to.

"Hi," Lily greeted them. "Welcome to Childhood Games. I'm Lily Aldrin, and I'll be your teacher for this workshop. Now, I do teach for a living, but it tends to be towards kindergartners. Which, okay, may be who I geared this class towards, but I figure, why can't you guys have some fun, right? Normally I want to meet outside by the campgrounds, because it's more fun, but that doesn't really work so well when you're in Antarctica. At least not if you don't want it to end in a clinic visit, which is not happening on day one. Also, one last note before we start, I don't have a TA yet, and this is the easiest class ever. If you want in, see me afterwards.

"For our first class, I want everyone to stand up and tell the class your name and something interesting about yourself. And then we're going to start off simple, playing a game called Telephone. If you're new to this planet, the telephone is a thing you use to talk to people when you're not in the same room with them that's not yelling. How you play is that one person starts off by whispering something in the next person's ear. Anything. It could be silly or serious, just please keep it clean. This is a playground today, you know. The one who heard it whispers what they heard to the next person, who whispers it to the next person, and at the end we see what we end up with. Any questions?

"All right, introductions first. Let's start with... you," she said, nodding at someone at random.