"Well, this is our last class," Cindy said, giving the everyone a smile. "I want to thank you all very much for your attendance and participation this semester. This has been a difficult class, I know, but I know you've all worked very had and I appreciate it." She pointed to her desk, which had a box of J,GoB pastries and two carafes of coffee. " ( Read more... )

Cindy watched the class file in, surprising herself with the small bite of melancholy that she felt. It had been a good first class to have and to teach and she was a bit sad to see it come to an end. And then the bell rang and she pushed those feelings aside. Probably just some residual nostalgia from everyone else missing the randomly-appearing ( Read more... )

There was a message on the board when the students came in: REMINDER--YOUR FINAL PAPERS AND PRESENTATIONS ARE DUE THE LAST DAY OF CLASS. DECIDE WHICH (OR BOTH OR NEITHER) HEROIC JOURNEY WENDY UNDERGOES THROUGHOUT THE COURSE OF THE SERIES.

( As for Cindy herself, she was behind her desk, waiting for the bell to ring. )

"Welcome to Act Three," Cindy said from the edge of her desk, just after the bell finished ringing. "We're closing in towards the end of the heroic journeys--just like we're closing in on the end of the semester. We've got three more classes and then the final, so if you haven't started on it yet, you really ought to. Long television series is long ( Read more... )

Class started a little later than usual today. After her trek through the fog, Cindy had locked herself in her office for a few minutes, trying to get ahold of herself. She wasn't sure what exactly she'd seen in the fog on the way up to the school, but she did know that, whatever it was, it had been a little crazy ( Read more... )

When the students filed in, a single word was written on the blackboard: ( DEATH )

"Well, that was an invigorating weekend, wasn't it?" Cindy asked as her class filed in. There was a TV and DVD player at the front of the classroom, but she ignored it for now. "I tried to find some way to link today's lesson with the adventures of the weekend, but couldn't figure anything out in the five minutes it took to get my coffee. So let's ( Read more... )

Cindy was both hungover and tired this morning, but that wasn't going to stop her from having class. Armed only with a cup of strong, black coffee, Cindy was going to face down this hangover and teach class, dammit. She wouldn't be much good as a spy if she let feeling a little (okay, a lot) under the weather get in the way of her cover ( Read more... )

"Welcome to your midterms, kids," Cindy said, sounding amused, as the class filed in. She nodded to her two TAs if they were here, holding out a sheaf of papers for them to pass around. "I'm sure you know the rules: eyes on your own paper, hand them in at the end of class, if I can't read your handwriting, it doesn't count, and don't spill coffee ( Read more... )

Cindy started class with an announcement. "So, as your syllabi say, next week is your midterm. We'll be finishing up Act One of the heroic journey today, so you can probably guess what your midterm will be about. Let me remind you that I have office hours on Mondays and I'll be happy to answer any questions you have about the material covered in ( Read more... )