[ showcase #11 - the farthest star ]
Nov. 16th, 2011 06:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
green_lantern[ Mayfield High School ]
[Guess what, students? You might just discover you have a new elective- Astronomy! Right in the middle of the semester...right before a major holiday. Whatever, this town is effed up, just roll with it.
At any rate, at least the instructor currently writing his name on the board is easy on the eyes. Unlike the drone teachers' classes, this one is decked out to the max. Absent displays of cursive handwriting, pithy 'Hang in there!' signs and motivational posters with pictures of mountains, the walls are littered with star charts of every kind, eerily realistic-looking pictures of various celestial bodies (that might just have a mild greenish cast to them), x-ray photos and artistic representations of cosmic phenomenons. A shiny, though definitely 50's in execution telescope sits parked by the window.
Oh shit. This guy's legit.
He's also not altogether very pleased. While Hal's job as a firefighter for the town didn't require a huge amount of brain power to pull off, it was familiar. True, some of the men were batshit insane, but if it came down to another zombie invasion, he knew he'd always have access to medical supplies, weaponry and a bigass vehicle with which to run things over.
His notification of the sudden job change came through via an unlikely source, the Jordan drone kids, who'd taken the liberty of shaking him awake and informing him that he was going to be late for school. He sat in the empty class for a little while that Monday, considering his options in the gathering dusk. All right, you bastards. Challenge accepted.
Which brings us back to Wednesday morning, Hal in his Friday-casual dungarees and his dad's leather jacket hanging off the back of his chair. He dusts his hands off and points a thumb back at the board, where 'Mr Jordan' has been neatly rendered.]
Right, Class, welcome to Astronomy. I'm Mr Jordan, and if you couldn't tell before now, I'm obviously not a drone.
[He hands off a sheet of notebook paper and a pen to a nearby student, then sits on the edge of his desk.]
Write your name down and pass it back, this is just a formality so I can take roll in the future and keep this class drone-free to the best of my ability.
You'll find your books for this class on your desk. It's pretty dry, incredibly out of date by my standards and better served as a doorstop, but try not to lose them, I have this thing about destroying books. We will be covering Astronomy primarily from an Earth-based perspective, starting with its history and evolution into the branches of observational and theoretical astronomy, and then we'll take a lot of time just looking at a lot of really awesome celestial stuff.
Any questions?
[ Mayfield High School - Lunch ]
[So. Lunchtime. Fellow teachers, anyone offering up a seat?]
[ Grocery store - late afternoon ]
[...how do you tell if a squash is ripe? Maybe he should pick something a little easier to get adventurous with. Oh, if his friends and comrades could see him now. Anyone in the vicinity might see him accidentally disturb a display of sweet onions, and Hal scurrying to pick up the few that scatter.]
[Guess what, students? You might just discover you have a new elective- Astronomy! Right in the middle of the semester...right before a major holiday. Whatever, this town is effed up, just roll with it.
At any rate, at least the instructor currently writing his name on the board is easy on the eyes. Unlike the drone teachers' classes, this one is decked out to the max. Absent displays of cursive handwriting, pithy 'Hang in there!' signs and motivational posters with pictures of mountains, the walls are littered with star charts of every kind, eerily realistic-looking pictures of various celestial bodies (that might just have a mild greenish cast to them), x-ray photos and artistic representations of cosmic phenomenons. A shiny, though definitely 50's in execution telescope sits parked by the window.
Oh shit. This guy's legit.
He's also not altogether very pleased. While Hal's job as a firefighter for the town didn't require a huge amount of brain power to pull off, it was familiar. True, some of the men were batshit insane, but if it came down to another zombie invasion, he knew he'd always have access to medical supplies, weaponry and a bigass vehicle with which to run things over.
His notification of the sudden job change came through via an unlikely source, the Jordan drone kids, who'd taken the liberty of shaking him awake and informing him that he was going to be late for school. He sat in the empty class for a little while that Monday, considering his options in the gathering dusk. All right, you bastards. Challenge accepted.
Which brings us back to Wednesday morning, Hal in his Friday-casual dungarees and his dad's leather jacket hanging off the back of his chair. He dusts his hands off and points a thumb back at the board, where 'Mr Jordan' has been neatly rendered.]
Right, Class, welcome to Astronomy. I'm Mr Jordan, and if you couldn't tell before now, I'm obviously not a drone.
[He hands off a sheet of notebook paper and a pen to a nearby student, then sits on the edge of his desk.]
Write your name down and pass it back, this is just a formality so I can take roll in the future and keep this class drone-free to the best of my ability.
You'll find your books for this class on your desk. It's pretty dry, incredibly out of date by my standards and better served as a doorstop, but try not to lose them, I have this thing about destroying books. We will be covering Astronomy primarily from an Earth-based perspective, starting with its history and evolution into the branches of observational and theoretical astronomy, and then we'll take a lot of time just looking at a lot of really awesome celestial stuff.
Any questions?
[ Mayfield High School - Lunch ]
[So. Lunchtime. Fellow teachers, anyone offering up a seat?]
[ Grocery store - late afternoon ]
[...how do you tell if a squash is ripe? Maybe he should pick something a little easier to get adventurous with. Oh, if his friends and comrades could see him now. Anyone in the vicinity might see him accidentally disturb a display of sweet onions, and Hal scurrying to pick up the few that scatter.]
Tags:
- do all the things,
- grace under pressure,
- grocery store,
- hot for teacher,
- i read banned books,
- i'd check out your celestial body,
- i'd rather be flying a jet,
- mayfield high school,
- real men cook...stuff,
- teacher leave those kids alone,
- this does not bode well,
- this guy's a superhero y'all,
- this is not a pink floyd song,
- tv dinners aren't worthwhile nutrition
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[High school]
Date: 2011-11-16 01:09 pm (UTC)So when he comes in that morning while Hal is probably in the middle of a lecture, he takes his sweet time about it. He kicks the door open, then strolls right on in, reading a comic book.
Then he looks up.]
Jordan?!
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Date: 2011-11-16 03:26 pm (UTC)A moment later he's wiping away the thick line of chalk he managed to swipe down it when the kid surprised him.]
Nice of you to join us, Mao.
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Date: 2011-11-17 10:07 am (UTC)[This...wasn't something he expected, really. Sure, when he'd heard there was a new subject, he'd assumed they'd gotten someone, but he thought it would be a drone, not the guy he saw every so often.]
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Date: 2011-11-16 01:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-16 07:21 pm (UTC)Name and question?
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Date: 2011-11-17 06:39 pm (UTC)Uh, what's the difference between Earth based... and, uh... other?
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From:[High school]
Date: 2011-11-16 01:49 pm (UTC)Yes, actually, I have one. How closely will we be following the textbook, exactly? Much of what's in it has been disproven since before I was born.
[High school]
Date: 2011-11-16 07:48 pm (UTC)We'll be using the book as a basic outline for lesson plans, and maybe as a little compare/contrast with the updated material, but that's pretty much it. Unfortunately that means you guys will be doing a lot of note-taking.
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Date: 2011-11-17 04:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-11-16 02:37 pm (UTC)Are these all pictures of the humans' universe? [Her strange wording is accompanied by a soft and wondering tone.]
high school
Date: 2011-11-16 08:01 pm (UTC)...Terezi, right? Yes, that's correct. While the syllabus is going to be biased more toward knowledge from my universe, I will make the time for each of you to share what you know from your homeworlds. Do some show and tell.
Can you push your desk back, kiddo? I can bring the posters to you.
[high school]
Date: 2011-11-16 04:06 pm (UTC)[high school]
Date: 2011-11-16 08:07 pm (UTC)Re: [high school]
Date: 2011-11-17 02:05 pm (UTC)[high school]
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From:[Mayfield High]
Date: 2011-11-16 08:17 pm (UTC)[Mayfield High]
Date: 2011-11-16 09:11 pm (UTC)When he's finished, as he's moving to the board to start writing, he gives the airplane's tail another little fold, and then promptly launches it at the student's head.]
[Mayfield High]
Date: 2011-11-16 10:06 pm (UTC)What?
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From:Grocery store
Date: 2011-11-16 10:42 pm (UTC)You know, Tarte a L'oignon sounds like a great idea.
[ Ilsa stoops to pick up the onions near her, dropping them in the basket on her arm. ]
Grocery store
Date: 2011-11-17 02:00 pm (UTC)Grocery store
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From:HS -- Astronomy
Date: 2011-11-17 07:11 am (UTC)Anon's spent the past couple of days having drones natter at him about delinquency and 'high school', and, now that he's finally figured out where and what 'high school' is -- well, the results are as mentioned.
Eventually, he chimes in--]
This is a place for learning, right? What do you learn from this tube?
[Telescopepoke.]
HS -- Astronomy
Date: 2011-11-17 02:07 pm (UTC)Right in one. And that, right there, is a telescope. You can see the stars and planets through it, though it's a little bright outside for that right now. [He resists the urge to make a Rear Window joke, knowing it'll go over his head.]
What's your name, kid?
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From:[High School - Lunch]
Date: 2011-11-18 03:56 am (UTC)No one is sitting next to him and he seems to not really have company at the moment.]
[High School - Lunch]
Date: 2011-11-18 05:33 pm (UTC)'Afternoon.
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From:[High School - after class]
Date: 2011-11-19 07:21 am (UTC)"And I thought the fireman's suit was sexy."
[High School - after class]
Date: 2011-11-19 07:38 am (UTC)Really? You have a fetish for teachers, too? Don't I need spectacles and a coat with elbow pads or something?
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