"So prom's this week," Eliot said. "Back in my day, that usually meant no one got a damn thing done all week because the teachers all assumed we were gonna be too focussed on that and didn't even bother giving us any work." He shrugged. "Which ain't a bad theory, and lord knows some of you might be too tired from fending off this weekend's ( Read more... )

The classroom was set up with sewing machines again, as well as large bolts of fabric, rolls of paper, and a wide variety of measuring tools. There were a few dressing dummies scattered about as well, in various states of repair. Honestly, this being Fandom, Eliot was mostly just glad none of them had heads ( Read more... )

"Right," Eliot said at the top of the class. There was a retractable projection screen over the front board, and little tins of stovetop popcorn on each desk. "So I was supposed to show you this thing at the beginning of the semester, but I been arugin' with the school board about whether or not you even need to see it. And . . . I lost." He was ( Read more... )

Class met in the Danger Shop again this week. Which was a pretty sure sign that Eliot was going to have them clean something he didn't want to have to deal with in real life.

"So today we're gonna be covering something that hopefully y'all have been doing at least a little bit of on your own, since you're all living in dorms," Eliot said, meeting ( Read more... )

"Right," Eliot said at the top of the class. "So we've been slackin' pretty hard on the 'economics' side of things so far. Y'all got your check books, but I ain't even bothered pricin' any of our materials so far this semester. Mostly because I think their whole 'pay fake money for your class supplies' plan is a bunch of crap."

( At least he was honest? )

Eliot was actually in the classroom today, which was a marked improvement over last week. The room was set up to use the cooking equipment again, but other than jugs of milk and vinegar, and a wide array of food coloring, there wasn't a whole lot of edible in the classroom ( Read more... )

There was a sign on the classroom door:

practikal assinment day:
go clean youre room
MAKE SURE TO GET VENTS

It was definitely not in Eliot's handwriting. There was a distinct possibility it had been written by gremlins.

[got struck down by blergh last night and completely failed to find a video I liked for a movie day this morning. I'll be ( Read more... )

"Right, welcome back," Eliot said at the top of the class. He was very pleased to have discovered this morning that whatever had stolen his shirts hadn't counted jackets, so he wasn't topless in front of the students. "So you'll maybe be glad to hear that we're movin' into the modern world proper with this class today." He poked a 1950s Singer with ( Read more... )

The classroom had no cats today, nor balls of yarn. Instead, there was rather a lot of bread and cheese. And chocolate. And fruits and cakes and marshmallows.

And tiny pots with their own burners and almost absurdly long forks."Right, so. Continuin' on the theme of 'whoever wrote this curiculum thinks it's about 1965', today we're doin' fondue ( Read more... )

"Right," Eliot said at the top of class. They were back in the classroom today, with a video projection screen lowered over the whiteboard, and balls of yarn everywhere.

And cats. There were a lot of cats. That wasn't Eliot's fault. They were those weird little hairless buggers, too. At least they were hypoallergenic ( Read more... )