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War Theory, Thursday, 4th Period
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harringtongreen.livejournal.comShe was clad in her Grayson uniform today, bright blues standing out strongly against the neutral khaki of the beach and the stark black of the Tankersley beyond. Her combination cover was on the sand next to her feet, and Nimitz hovered just inside the cabin of the ship, avoiding the graininess and moisture of the sand. Brown eyes followed a stone as it skipped a few times across the channel before disappearing into the murky waters of the Potomac.
“Good morning,” she said, squinting slightly at the late morning sun. “We’ll be departing shortly, but I wanted to ( speak with you for a few moments before we board... )
Drawing in a deep breath, she tucked her combination cover under her arm. “Now, with that depressing bit of business out of the way, we should really be leaving.” She gave the widest smile most of her students had ever seen before turning and leading the way to the Tankersley.
[...now in the right place. OCD threadscoming up! Arrival thread will be on fh_trips, and I will edit the entry to provide a link once that is done.]
“Good morning,” she said, squinting slightly at the late morning sun. “We’ll be departing shortly, but I wanted to ( speak with you for a few moments before we board... )
Drawing in a deep breath, she tucked her combination cover under her arm. “Now, with that depressing bit of business out of the way, we should really be leaving.” She gave the widest smile most of her students had ever seen before turning and leading the way to the Tankersley.
[...now in the right place. OCD threads
War Theory, Thursday, 4th Period
Thursday, November 16th, 2006 03:51 pmharringtongreen.livejournal.comHonor stood at the front of the classroom, dressed a little differently than per her normal. The Royal Manticoran Navy uniform or casual khakis had been exchanged for a long, flowing white dress, over which she wore a vest of teal green. It was the same green that her bodyguard, Andrew LaFollet wore with his uniform, recognized on her homeworlds as “Harrington green.” The vest, like her uniform, had been reinforced to protect her from Nimitz’s scimitar-shaped claws, and the treecat was perched on her shoulder in his usual position, watching the students as they filed in. Around her neck, she wore two medals – the Star of Grayson and her Steadholder’s Key. She folded her arms across her chest and waited for the students to settle in.
“Okay, ladies and gentlemen,” she said, ( 'let's be about it...' )“I apologize for the length of the lecture, but it really is pertinent background for our trip. Please take the time to review your handouts. I’ll be available after class, if you have any questions, and please feel free to contact me to set up office hours if needed.” She smiled. “Until next meeting – dismissed.”
[OOC: Apologies for the long lecture. More info on the trip to come, if I can get it organized. If not, we'll be discussing the Grayson-Masada war next class. A couple of OCD threadscoming up. And the links should be working now. I hope. ::thwacks LJ::]
“Okay, ladies and gentlemen,” she said, ( 'let's be about it...' )“I apologize for the length of the lecture, but it really is pertinent background for our trip. Please take the time to review your handouts. I’ll be available after class, if you have any questions, and please feel free to contact me to set up office hours if needed.” She smiled. “Until next meeting – dismissed.”
[OOC: Apologies for the long lecture. More info on the trip to come, if I can get it organized. If not, we'll be discussing the Grayson-Masada war next class. A couple of OCD threads
War Theory, Thursday, 4th Period
Thursday, November 9th, 2006 10:27 pmharringtongreen.livejournal.comToday, Nimitz prowled restlessly around the room, his attention focussed on something. In her mind, Honor had a distinct feeling he was stalking something, but what it was, she couldn't quite make out. She shook her head and decided to leave well enough alone. By the time students began filing in, she was back at her usual place in the front of the room.
A taut smile greeted the students as she watched them. ( 'Find your seats, please, and we'll get started.' )Five minutes before the end of class, she resumed her position at the front of the room. "What I've just handed you is a copy of an article that speculated about the coming 'clash of civilizations.' We'll be discussing it next class period, so please bring a discussion question with you.
"As for your assignments -- please pass those in as you leave, and let me know if you have any questions or comments."
The same taut smile returned to her lips. "Class dismissed."
[::sigh:: Hate going to the client site *and* going to the office, but couldn't be helped. Slow play through the weekend if needed, and I'll be around tomorrow. Yay for federal holidays!
The article I've linked to will be available through Thursday of next week (I hope). After that, I need to take it down. It's a 2 MB PDF file, so it might not be dial-up friendly.
OCDcoming up...and now in the right place!]
A taut smile greeted the students as she watched them. ( 'Find your seats, please, and we'll get started.' )Five minutes before the end of class, she resumed her position at the front of the room. "What I've just handed you is a copy of an article that speculated about the coming 'clash of civilizations.' We'll be discussing it next class period, so please bring a discussion question with you.
"As for your assignments -- please pass those in as you leave, and let me know if you have any questions or comments."
The same taut smile returned to her lips. "Class dismissed."
[::sigh:: Hate going to the client site *and* going to the office, but couldn't be helped. Slow play through the weekend if needed, and I'll be around tomorrow. Yay for federal holidays!
The article I've linked to will be available through Thursday of next week (I hope). After that, I need to take it down. It's a 2 MB PDF file, so it might not be dial-up friendly.
OCD
War Theory, Thursday, 4th Period
Thursday, October 26th, 2006 03:44 pmharringtongreen.livejournal.comAs was usual by now, Honor sat on the front edge of the desk at the front of the room, with the treecat, Nimitz, stretched out on the desk behind her. Her attention was focused closely on the minicomp in her hand as she reviewed her notes for the class today. The recent research had been very enlightening – she’d drawn many parallels between the Cold War and the current situation with Haven – and trying to figure out exactly what she wanted to use in the lecture had been difficult. So difficult that she was still trying to decide on a few other key facts. For not the first time, she wished Hamish were available to provide the lecture for this class; he knew American history even better than she did.
The usual snacks were set out on a table near the front. Still reading from her minicomp, she prepared a cup of hot chocolate without looking up. She sipped from it carefully as she resumed her place at the front of the room. After a long moment, she looked up. ( 'Okay, everyone; let's be about it...' )
Honor stepped back a bit and allowed the discussion to continue. The end of class approaching, she decided it was time to begin wrapping things up. She moved to her desk, withdrawing a set of papers from her bag. They were placed on the corner of the desk as she turned back to the class. “Next week, we’ll be discussing the changing attitudes about warfare. On the way out, I’d like you to grab one of these packets, on the history of submarines. Taking into consideration what we’ve discussed in the past, I’d like two pages justifying – or not – the use of submarine warfare. This will count as your midterm, so treat it as such, please.”
She paused, regarding them briefly with a critical eye. “All right, then. Dismissed.”
[OCD threads up. Thanks!]
The usual snacks were set out on a table near the front. Still reading from her minicomp, she prepared a cup of hot chocolate without looking up. She sipped from it carefully as she resumed her place at the front of the room. After a long moment, she looked up. ( 'Okay, everyone; let's be about it...' )
Honor stepped back a bit and allowed the discussion to continue. The end of class approaching, she decided it was time to begin wrapping things up. She moved to her desk, withdrawing a set of papers from her bag. They were placed on the corner of the desk as she turned back to the class. “Next week, we’ll be discussing the changing attitudes about warfare. On the way out, I’d like you to grab one of these packets, on the history of submarines. Taking into consideration what we’ve discussed in the past, I’d like two pages justifying – or not – the use of submarine warfare. This will count as your midterm, so treat it as such, please.”
She paused, regarding them briefly with a critical eye. “All right, then. Dismissed.”
[OCD threads up. Thanks!]
War Theory, Thursday, 4th Period
Thursday, October 19th, 2006 02:05 pmharringtongreen.livejournal.comAs the students filed in, Honor was seated on the front edge of the desk, her feet almost touching the ground. Nimitz sprawled out on the desk behind her, enjoying an impromptu and very cat-like nap. This was a discussion he'd heard several times before, being around Honor, Hamish, and Willie as much as he had been. Glancing back over her shoulder at the treecat, Honor shook her head.
The timeline from previous classes was back on the board again today, listing all the authors and documents they had reviewed together thus far. Additionally, two terms were scrawled under the timeline in the appropriate place: self determination of nations and nationalism. They were, ironically, just centimeters away from "Jefferson/Continental Congress" and "Declaration of Independence."
"Come in and have a seat. We'll be starting soon." Her eyes flitted to the clock. As soon as the second hand ticked to the proper time, she began speaking.
"Our previous discussions have covered the 'acceptable' reasons for warfare, relevant to the times they were written. I should have, perhaps, devoted a class period to discuss Enlightenment thinking, philosophies which weighed heavily on Jefferson and the other authors of the Declaration of Independence; they are key to understanding the emergence of an 'American' mindset and questioning the treatment of the colonies by England. We haven't done that, however. The good news is that, in our previous discussions, many of you have already shown a familiarity with at least some of the basic concepts.
"So, for today, I asked you to review the Declaration and come up with questions for discussion. Who will volunteer to go first?"
She watched the class expectantly until someone ventured a hand. It wasn't quite like pulling teeth, she thought, but it was close. The discussion continued through the class period, with a few comments of her own. As the end of class approached, however, she wrapped things up.
"Okay, next week, we'll be jumping forward about two hundred years and discussing the end of World War II and the Cold War. Please come prepared for discussion." She gave a smile. "Dismissed."
The timeline from previous classes was back on the board again today, listing all the authors and documents they had reviewed together thus far. Additionally, two terms were scrawled under the timeline in the appropriate place: self determination of nations and nationalism. They were, ironically, just centimeters away from "Jefferson/Continental Congress" and "Declaration of Independence."
"Come in and have a seat. We'll be starting soon." Her eyes flitted to the clock. As soon as the second hand ticked to the proper time, she began speaking.
"Our previous discussions have covered the 'acceptable' reasons for warfare, relevant to the times they were written. I should have, perhaps, devoted a class period to discuss Enlightenment thinking, philosophies which weighed heavily on Jefferson and the other authors of the Declaration of Independence; they are key to understanding the emergence of an 'American' mindset and questioning the treatment of the colonies by England. We haven't done that, however. The good news is that, in our previous discussions, many of you have already shown a familiarity with at least some of the basic concepts.
"So, for today, I asked you to review the Declaration and come up with questions for discussion. Who will volunteer to go first?"
She watched the class expectantly until someone ventured a hand. It wasn't quite like pulling teeth, she thought, but it was close. The discussion continued through the class period, with a few comments of her own. As the end of class approached, however, she wrapped things up.
"Okay, next week, we'll be jumping forward about two hundred years and discussing the end of World War II and the Cold War. Please come prepared for discussion." She gave a smile. "Dismissed."
War Theory, Thursday, 4th Period
Thursday, October 5th, 2006 11:22 amharringtongreen.livejournal.comHonor leaned against the edge of the desk at the front of the classroom as the students filed in, half-standing, half-sitting. She wore civvies today -- khakis and a fitted tee, her long hair hanging free around her face. Her left arm seemed permanently bent at the elbow and she held it close in to her body; it didn't seem to move at all, even as she did. Strangely, Nimitz was nowhere to be seen today, and her bodyguard, Andrew LaFollet hovered in the background.
( 'All right, everyone, please come in and take your seats...' )
"Your assignment for next week is to review the Declaration of Independence. Come prepared with a question on the material to pose to your classmates...and be sure to pay close attention to the charges the Continental Congress levels at King George.
"Class dismissed."
[Once again, I am stuck posting by e-mail. If the first person to sign in would establish the "Sign In" thread, and the first person to respond to the discussion would establish the "Discussion" thread, I would appreciate it. If you feel the need, you can also set up a "Sidebar" thread, for all those little off-topic comments between yourselves. I'll handle the after class stuff when I get home this evening. Thanks, guys!]
( 'All right, everyone, please come in and take your seats...' )
"Your assignment for next week is to review the Declaration of Independence. Come prepared with a question on the material to pose to your classmates...and be sure to pay close attention to the charges the Continental Congress levels at King George.
"Class dismissed."
[Once again, I am stuck posting by e-mail. If the first person to sign in would establish the "Sign In" thread, and the first person to respond to the discussion would establish the "Discussion" thread, I would appreciate it. If you feel the need, you can also set up a "Sidebar" thread, for all those little off-topic comments between yourselves. I'll handle the after class stuff when I get home this evening. Thanks, guys!]
War Theory, Thursday, 4th period
Thursday, September 28th, 2006 11:00 amharringtongreen.livejournal.comHonor was in her usual position at the front of the classroom, leant against the front of the desk, arms folded across her chest, with Nimitz looking out from the perch on her shoulder. The usual assortment of hot chocolate, coffee, water, and whatever else Mac saw fit to drag in waited by the sign-in sheet just inside the door.
As time for the class approached, the admiral glanced up at the clock and rubbed the tip of her nose. She regarded the students with a smile. "Thirty second warning: wrap up any asides and pull out your notes from last week."
( Honor waited a few more minutes, then began... )
"We'll wrap up early today," she said, pursing her lips. "Next week, we'll be discussing medieval ideas of just war theory - ideas that still form the basis of Western tradition in current times - yours and mine." She smiled. "Make sure you review Secunda Secundae Partis of the Summa Theologica, with particular attention to question forty.
"Dismissed."
[Posting by e-mail today, as a way to get around the firewall. If the first person to sign-in, as well as respond to the discussion questions (in bold) would start the threads, I would appreciate it. For the sign-in, please make sure you use the "Reply" function so the thread collapses. Hopefully, I’ll have better access next week. Thanks!]
As time for the class approached, the admiral glanced up at the clock and rubbed the tip of her nose. She regarded the students with a smile. "Thirty second warning: wrap up any asides and pull out your notes from last week."
( Honor waited a few more minutes, then began... )
"We'll wrap up early today," she said, pursing her lips. "Next week, we'll be discussing medieval ideas of just war theory - ideas that still form the basis of Western tradition in current times - yours and mine." She smiled. "Make sure you review Secunda Secundae Partis of the Summa Theologica, with particular attention to question forty.
"Dismissed."
[Posting by e-mail today, as a way to get around the firewall. If the first person to sign-in, as well as respond to the discussion questions (in bold) would start the threads, I would appreciate it. For the sign-in, please make sure you use the "Reply" function so the thread collapses. Hopefully, I’ll have better access next week. Thanks!]
War Theory, Thursday, 4th Period
Thursday, September 21st, 2006 01:46 pmharringtongreen.livejournal.comHonor stood in her usual position at the front of the room, again clad in her uniform, and Nimitz perched in his usual position on her shoulder. Behind her, on the screen, a map of ancient Athens and Sparta was visible; on the table to her left, the sign-in sheet waited, along with offerings of coffee, hot chocolate, water, and light snacks. A small tray of celery had been placed on the desk behind her.
( 'Let's be about it.' )
She took a seat among the students and participated in the discussion. As the class drew to a close, she rose from the desk chair, moving back to the front of the room. "That should do it for today. Thank you all for your participation, and I look forward to discussing Sun Tzu with you next week. Dismissed."
[OCD threadscoming up! See you in class! =)]
( 'Let's be about it.' )
She took a seat among the students and participated in the discussion. As the class drew to a close, she rose from the desk chair, moving back to the front of the room. "That should do it for today. Thank you all for your participation, and I look forward to discussing Sun Tzu with you next week. Dismissed."
[OCD threads
War Theory, Thursday, 4th Period
Wednesday, September 13th, 2006 10:01 pmharringtongreen.livejournal.comAs the students entered the room, they would have spotted Admiral Harrington standing before the board. Three words began to take shape: power, total war, security dilemma. Once this was done, she moved back to her usual position at the front of the room; Nimitz crawled up and took his position on her shoulder, his scimitar-shaped claws digging into the reinforced shoulder of her uniform.
( The bell rang, and Honor got down to business. )
[I'll be posting links to a "Cliff Notes"-type summary of the Melian Dialogue so you won't have to read it if you don't want to. If I can't find one, I'll write one. I realize not everyone loves the subject matter like I do. =)
For now, wait for OCD. Shouldn't take as long today. Done!]
( OOC ETA )
( The bell rang, and Honor got down to business. )
[I'll be posting links to a "Cliff Notes"-type summary of the Melian Dialogue so you won't have to read it if you don't want to. If I can't find one, I'll write one. I realize not everyone loves the subject matter like I do. =)
( OOC ETA )
War Theory, Thursday, 4th Period
Wednesday, September 6th, 2006 10:42 pmharringtongreen.livejournal.comAdmiral Honor Harrington was seated on the corner of the desk at the front of the room, feet brushing the floor. She wore her casual attire today -- fitted tee shirt and cargo pants -- with a reinforced rainjacket draped over the chair behind her. Without the rainjacket, Nimitz was resigned to sprawling out across the desk beside her, watching with interest as the students filter into the classroom.
On the table to the right, the usual coffee, hot chocolate, water, and tea had been set up just beyond the sign-in sheet for the day. "No need to be shy," Honor said with a wry smile. She brushed the tip of her nose with a hooked index finger. "Sign-in, feel free to grab a cup of coffee, tea, hot chocolate, or water, and take a seat. We'll get started in just a few moments."
After a few moments, Honor glanced toward the clock -- just as the minute hand ticked over from 10:59. ( 'All right then, let's be about it.' )
Pausing, she watched as Nimitz crawled once again out of her arms, moving back onto the desk. With one true-hand, he picked up and began munching on a small stalk of celery Honor had left for him. Honor then leaned back against the desk, folding her arms across her chest. "So, as you can see, there are a lot of questions. I'm not sure I have all the answers. It's your responsibility to find those for yourself. I hope that this class will provide a backdrop for that." Her eyes darted to the clock. "And, now that I'm sure I've bored you to tears, you're dismissed. I'll be available for a few minutes after class if you have any questions."
[Okay, a little long winded. I promise they won't all be like this.Please wait for the OCD! OCD up!]
[(1) Info cribbed from War, Peace, and International Politics, 8th Edition, by David W. Ziegler, Addison Wesley Longman, 2000.]
On the table to the right, the usual coffee, hot chocolate, water, and tea had been set up just beyond the sign-in sheet for the day. "No need to be shy," Honor said with a wry smile. She brushed the tip of her nose with a hooked index finger. "Sign-in, feel free to grab a cup of coffee, tea, hot chocolate, or water, and take a seat. We'll get started in just a few moments."
After a few moments, Honor glanced toward the clock -- just as the minute hand ticked over from 10:59. ( 'All right then, let's be about it.' )
Pausing, she watched as Nimitz crawled once again out of her arms, moving back onto the desk. With one true-hand, he picked up and began munching on a small stalk of celery Honor had left for him. Honor then leaned back against the desk, folding her arms across her chest. "So, as you can see, there are a lot of questions. I'm not sure I have all the answers. It's your responsibility to find those for yourself. I hope that this class will provide a backdrop for that." Her eyes darted to the clock. "And, now that I'm sure I've bored you to tears, you're dismissed. I'll be available for a few minutes after class if you have any questions."
[Okay, a little long winded. I promise they won't all be like this.
[(1) Info cribbed from War, Peace, and International Politics, 8th Edition, by David W. Ziegler, Addison Wesley Longman, 2000.]