Fandom High School

There was nothing special about the classroom today. And the teacher was even there rather than off in space, sensitively beating up some weirdo in yellow. Or red.

Oh, the spectrum of emotion bullshit.

"We've got an actual exercise for you all to do," Guy informed them. All from the dumbest book he'd ever read in his entire life. Aren't you all excited? "Once we start, you kids can only ask questions. No statements."

A beat.

"Unless you change the inflection at the end of the sentence to make it sound questioning. But that just makes you look dumb."

Thank you, Guy.

"Talk about anything you want."

There was an informative video set up for the students today. Because half of forcing people to learn sensitivity seemed to involve watching poorly made videos.

Go to any workplace training seminar, you'll see.

"We're gonna look at age discrimination today," Guy told the class. Because it was important to not assume crap about old people or else they might kick your ass. So might kids though. So, moral of the story was totally to just be nice to everyone out of crippling fear of an imminent beat down.

"Take notes about what you see and discuss it as a class," he added, putting the movie on. "What do you think about different age groups outside of class, blah blah blah. You guys know the drill here."

He was possibly holding out too much hope there, though. Blame Kyle for that.

"If you've got any questions, go to the TA's--or just me. Might be safer to just ask me."

"Today we're gonna look at stereotypes based on cliques or social groups," Guy said, putting two stacks of paper (one blank, the other with an image on them) and several boxes of markers on his desk for people to take when they started. Next thing you know, he'll be buying stickers to put on their work. Oh god, the teacherness. The teacherness. "I want all of you to grab a partner for this exercise."

That he totally hadn't found online last night at 2 am before sending Kyle another annoyed email for this crap. Really now.

"Since I know some of you all aren't from either this time or planet, I'm not expecting you to somehow know all this crap off the top of your heads. Just do your best at it with what you've learned about this place so far," he added. "With your partner, I want you to look at the pictures and decide what clique each of 'm are in. I'm not tellin' ya about the cliques, I just wanna see what you all think first."

Dun dun duuuun.

"Now get to it."