Who: Gordon and YOU.
What: Physics class
Where: Gordon's teaching lab
When: Mid-Morning
Warnings: Guns! Marbles! Things moving really really fast!

The lab schedule for Gordon's physics class reads "Energy and Power." But those entering the classroom will find their lab tables littered with seemingly random pieces of junk: Pop-guns, little rolling toys, hair-dryers, rulers, springs, spiral ramps, pendulums, scissors, dominoes, ring stands, mailing tubes, clips, balloons, and a dozen other little bits and pieces. Just what in the hell does all this junk have to do with science?

We'll find out!

Who: Char and all his merry little students
What: Pokemon Studies class
Where: Same classroom as last time
When: January 30
Warnings: Char

( Welcome to the world of POKEMON! )

Who: Cyrus, his students, whoever else
What: Ethics class
Where: Classroom
When: Monday, 1 pm

It had been some time since he had stood before a group to speak, but for Cyrus, such a thing came naturally. However, disruption and insolence seemed to come naturally to his students, so he prepared himself to dish out yet another verbal whuppin', and probably a hell of a lot of homework.

Who: Char and YOU. Yes, you. The one with the face.
What: Pokemon Studies class.
Where: A CLASSROOM.
When: December 5. I don't care if it doesn't make sense for a class to start in December. WE'RE A SCHOOL RUN BY GIANT TALKING HANDS.
Warnings: Char is Char and will probably be a potty mouth.

( Insert hot-for-teacher jokes here. )

Who: Eggman and students
What: Introduction to demolitions
Where: Demolitions classroom
When: Wednesday
Warnings: It's Eggman so assume lots of yelling and cursing

( Crash bang boom! )

Who: Katarina and aaaaall of you procrastinators
What: Blades class
Where: Stadium
When: Afternoon
Warnings: Katarina's foul language.

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Who: Gordon and you. YES YOU.
What: Physics class
Where: Gordon's teaching lab & the immediate grounds outside
When: Mid-Morning
Warnings: Ethically questionable treatment of sandbags.

Unlike most teachers here, Gordon had handled a physics classroom before--Grad students go to extremes for money. He figured a multiple-tier structure would work, two difficulty levels covering the same subject.

In this case, their first set of homework could either be a tame block of algebraic expressions or a sultry set of differentials depending the student's level. Either way, the the lecture and lab would essentially be the same.

Who: Soryk, you, you, you, and you, and maybe you
What: Poisons Class wow this is almost Harry Potter
Where: Soryk's Classroom
When: Late Morning - 11/20
Warnings: Soryk doesn't know how to teach people things.


( It's a trap. )

Who: Jin, students.
What: Traditional Weaponry class
Where: In... this classroom
When: Tuesday, Nov 20th
Warnings: Callousness

[And here is the part where we pretend like this class has been running all along.]

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Who: Byrne and ANYONE
What: MARTIAL ARTS CLASS?
Where: Gymnasium
When: Friday, September 14th
Warnings: BIRN PLS Byrne is kind of an asshole.

( Or is it just more drills again )

Who: Garry and all the inspiring painters
What: PAINTING CLASS!111!11 First one.
Where: Some art room.
When: Le first week of school. Morning.
Warnings: To much artistic expression in this RP log.

( Now with less gallery tragic )

Who:  GLaDOS and all of you.
What:  Ms. GLaDOS' first class (BE THERE OR ELSE)
When: Thursday 10:00 am.
Where:  Computer Lab.
Warnings It's GLaDOS, that's a warning enough.

Well, this was it. Today was the big day, GLaDOS' very first class. Despite how she had acted over the network, she was actually somewhat looking forward to this class, if only because she wanted to study the students as well as any passerby. Besides, who knows? Maybe this would be interesting, or at the very least, entertaining. However, while some part of her was a bit excited, most of her was dreading this. She had spoken with a few of the students over the network and the majority seemed beyond idiotic. She almost missed Wheatley.

Almost.

But regardless, she had written up a simple lesson plan that would just her through this class until next week without any trouble...hopefully. She'd have to confront the hands to see if she could get an "Intro to computers" class and then a normal computers class because teaching both the dumb and the smart (if there was any) would be hell. But that was in the future, right now she had bigger problems to worry about. A sigh came from the teacher as she checked her watch, 9:50 am. Might as well get outside and make sure the brats show up. So when you walk by said lab to go inside, you'll be seeing Ms. GLaDOS standing outside the door of her lab, arms folded. She'll occasionally check her watch to see when she can go in and send any late students to detention.

[ooc: Alright, this is her first class log, so I'll be splitting it up into sections. Feel free to threadjack each other, students. And teachers? Feel free to observe or whatever it is you do.

Also, for a reference the computer lab looks like this, but bigger.]

Who: Snake and You
What: Boxes 101 - Be there or be square. (Ha, ha, ha.)
When: Wednesday - 11:00am
Where: Snake's Classroom!
Warnings: This whole log deserves a warning.


( You don't know 'long' until you know this. )

Who: BIG BOSS and bosses in training NO PANTYWAISTS
What: SURVIVAL TRAINING
Where: A classroom??
When: Monday 6AM because he's an ass DON'T LIKE IT, GO HOME
Warnings: Who knows what'll happen. Oh yeah warning for buff naked man


[Okay so... he's never taught or attended any formal classes, but teaching a bunch of kids can't be harder than teaching a bunch of adults. It's just probably involves a little less violence, one chalkboard and more talk. Without yelling, that is.

(The trick is to not let it show that he doesn't know what the hell he's doing here.)

Right. Class starts at 6AM sharp, and if there's a dresscode for teachers, BB's obviously ignoring it. Because he's half naked. And doesn't care what you think because this is how he teaches usually, okay, he needs to feel comfy. He goes over his list of names and you can expect any and all people that are late or don't show up at all to get their ass handed to them.]

All right. [With arms crossed above his chest.] Glad to see that a few of you could make it. In case some didn't get it yet, I'm going to be teaching you all about survival in the next few weeks—that includes some handy techniques you better memorize by heart. And just so we're clear on one thing, I don't tolerate slackers. You're allowed and expected to make mistakes, but again, I'm not here to waste my time. If I wanna do that I might as well get myself trashed at some party. [He might just do that depending on how this class performs.] In other words: You're late? You're out. [With a very bad grade. Hey, Bosses are no softies.

He sits down on his desk, gripping the edge, still facing the class. Such a serious teacher.]

That said, I want to use this first class to assess what you know already about survival and other related subjects, so no demonstrations yet. I want to hear from each one of you what survival means and what kinda survival techniques you've already heard about. After that, we'll listen to an introduction to guns that Nephenee already prepared in advance. [Hopefully.] Last but not least, you'll receive a work sheet you'll hand in before I'm ending this class. Any questions?

[Yes? No? Maybe? After clearing everything up....]

Good. You there, you start. [POINT!]


[ooc: work sheets will be handed back next time with BB's comments :3]

Who: Blacky and students
What: Psychology class!
When: Monday at 6 PM, as usual
Warnings: Smash students.

[Blacky seems to be in better spirits than she normally has been since the auctions. Not exactly peppy or anything, but at least there's not a looming stormcloud of angst and self-destruction or anything. In the time before class begins, she is sorting through a stack of flashcards on her desk, going over each one carefully and putting them into one of two piles. When she's satisfied, she takes the smaller pile and stands to start today's lesson.]

Good evening, class. I know you're all likely bored of reading text books and writing quizzes, so today is going to be a little different. Since it's almost spring break and most of you have been doing so well - and those who aren't know who they are - we're going to do something easy and fun! Or hopefully it's entertaining enough. No, you can't skip out on class if you don't think it is.

[She gestures with the cards in her hand.] You remember reading up on the Rorschach Test a few chapters ago, hm? Today, we're going to do a little test of our own. I'll hold these ink blots up, one at a time, and each of you is going to tell me what you see at first. We'll do it aloud, so you can all get a glimpse into the mind of your classmates and see if you can see things from their point of view as well.

Sound good?

Who: Nyx and you
What: Combat Strategy class
Where: The stadium
When: backdated to Friday, March 23rd
Warnings: Who let Nyx teach, I mean seriously. Also, punching dudes.

[The stadium is nearly empty when people start coming in, cleared of the sandbags and targets that are usually present when not being used for a match. Instead, there's just Nyx, standing somewhat impatiently in the center of the floor, waiting for students to file in.

Once she's satisfied with the turn out, she clears her throat to start class.]
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Who: Samus and YOUUUU
What: holy balls Armed Weaponry class
Where: Room 214 / Stadium in Shoot The Targets mode
When: Backdated to Tuesday, March 20th
Warnings: S for Samus

[MUCH LIKE ANY OF HER OTHER CLASSES, Samus has totally been teaching hers in spirit the whole time and not just once a year as my abysmal log posting activity shows. If that. That said, welcome to Armed Weaponry. Samus has made herself quite comfortable behind her desk, making a very controlled effort to not comment on Jeff being not here but not very far but that's far enough for her to miss him not that she'd ever openly admit this anyway, and Maxizard shenanigans, or whoever signed her up for the auction clearly has a death wish. Also there will be no mentions of whatever crazy drinking shenanigans happened last weekend. It was all too crazy and amazahorrible for words, surely. She's probably still got a hangover.]

Just because student festival events are occurring does not mean my classes are canceled.

[Yeah, probably a hangover.]

...But if you complete your assignments before class is over, you're free to leave early.

[Maybe just a barely lingering hangover.]

Today we'll be revisiting the Ray Gun. It's a simple, light weight, plasma-based weapon that is designed for short-term fights. It contains enough energy for only sixteen shots, and does very little damage. Weak as single shots are, you don't want to be on the receiving end of a full round.

[Samus renders a diagram on the white board which her tits smudge at least twice.]



These are the basic parts of a Ray Gun. As you can see, compared to a traditional handgun, there's no need for a hammer, cylinder, or a magazine to store ammo. A disposable gun is cheaper to produce if it uses fewer parts. For today's assignment, you'll familiarize yourself with all of those parts...

[Samus pulls a real Ray Gun from her desk drawer and holds it up to show.]

...Inside, and out.

[INDEED, she makes very short work of disassembling the gun, not unlike this Glock.]

Up at the front of the classroom is a large bin filled with various Ray Gun parts. I counted--there are exactly enough in here to build one gun per student. Get your parts, assemble your gun, and go shoot some targets in the stadium. If someone has mistakenly or purposefully [CHAR SHE'S LOOKING AT YOU] taken a part you need, retrieve it from them in as much of a civilized manner as I can expect from you. If you fail to properly and safely assemble your gun, it will not work and you obviously will not be shooting any targets, and you will not receive a passing grade today.

Any objections? Understood?

Who: Canas and anyone else
What: Magic class
Where: A CLASSROOM
When: Monday, 1/23
Warnings: ???? It really depends on the students...

( Okay kids, time to go stop a blizzard! Now we can be dead in the snow - together! )

Who: Kyogre and you. It's like Free Willy but in a class and nothing at all like Free Willy
What: ANCIENT LITERATURE CLASS #1
Where: Kyogre's classroom
When: Friday, 11/11, during the same time slot as Ceramics.
Warnings: Language is highly possible, knowing the potty mouths that attend this school >:|

( I CAN GO ANYWHERE )

Who: Eggman, students
What: The worst auto shop ever
Where: The Auto Shop class
When: Wednesday afternoon

( Gaze upon my works and despair! )