Mythbusting, Tuesday -- Period 2
There were… worse things to come back to than what she and Anemone had planned, yes. And yet, Mr. Durden was likely to not kill them. Best of both worlds. Ino favoured the class sharp grin.
Yes, there was a kiddy pool filled with water in the middle of the classroom, desks and chairs pushed to the side, and a selection of popsicle sticks, glue, and massive amounts of very bright, very clingy glitter were piled on a table.Oh, and mirrors. Those were rather necessary.
"Okay! See, Mr. Durden, in his infinite wisdom, left your fate for the day in our hands." A beat. "Whether or not that's a good decision is left to be seen."
"Good decision." Ignore the glitter already in Anemone's hair. Really. Or all over poor Gulliver. "'Cause today, we're studying one of the most popular myths of all, favored by megalomaniacs, would-be conquerors, and men with compensation issues across time and space."
She wasn't biased at allllllllllllll. Clearly.
"Today, we're building a Death Ray. Or if you want to be scientific about it, an Archimedes Death Ray."
Glitter was a fashion statement, okay? Highly important! "Now," Ino continued, "don't make fun of his name, even though it's totally, uh kinda ridiculous, 'cause the Death Ray? Is fun. Pretty much it's, using mirrors, to attempt to set your popsicle stick boats on fire."
Best idea ever, clearly.
"While they float," she added. "And he didn't do it, purportedly, for popsicle sticks. He did it on with real boats." See? Totally responsible! Ish. Annnnd sort of incoherent. Ah well.
"If we set a real boat on fire, Principal Winchester might get annoyed, and I've made it this long in my academic career without a detention. I'm not starting now." And really, if you thought about it, that was a bloody miracle. Especially considering the exploding pies, prank fortune cookies, and glitter in the shower heads...
"So, first you get to build your very own boats -- glitter optional, of course, and I've got colored markers too -- and then we'll set them afloat! Some of you will hold mirrors, some will hold really bright flashlights to point at the mirrors -- nothing with cords around the water, okay -- and a few of you will blow on the boats to make them move. Sound good?"
She sighed, eyes sparkling. "At the very least," Ino conceded, "it's got fire in it."
Right. She had to be responsible. "Don't hurt each other, or you'll be hearing from us." Ino smiled. Angelically. "Alright, get to it! Boats, then burning!"
[Preplayed with the utterly awesome death-of-hope! Wait for the OCD, or face the glittery wrath of the TAs! OCD has been thoroughly glittered (so have the TAs) and is up!]
Yes, there was a kiddy pool filled with water in the middle of the classroom, desks and chairs pushed to the side, and a selection of popsicle sticks, glue, and massive amounts of very bright, very clingy glitter were piled on a table.Oh, and mirrors. Those were rather necessary.
"Okay! See, Mr. Durden, in his infinite wisdom, left your fate for the day in our hands." A beat. "Whether or not that's a good decision is left to be seen."
"Good decision." Ignore the glitter already in Anemone's hair. Really. Or all over poor Gulliver. "'Cause today, we're studying one of the most popular myths of all, favored by megalomaniacs, would-be conquerors, and men with compensation issues across time and space."
She wasn't biased at allllllllllllll. Clearly.
"Today, we're building a Death Ray. Or if you want to be scientific about it, an Archimedes Death Ray."
Glitter was a fashion statement, okay? Highly important! "Now," Ino continued, "don't make fun of his name, even though it's totally, uh kinda ridiculous, 'cause the Death Ray? Is fun. Pretty much it's, using mirrors, to attempt to set your popsicle stick boats on fire."
Best idea ever, clearly.
"While they float," she added. "And he didn't do it, purportedly, for popsicle sticks. He did it on with real boats." See? Totally responsible! Ish. Annnnd sort of incoherent. Ah well.
"If we set a real boat on fire, Principal Winchester might get annoyed, and I've made it this long in my academic career without a detention. I'm not starting now." And really, if you thought about it, that was a bloody miracle. Especially considering the exploding pies, prank fortune cookies, and glitter in the shower heads...
"So, first you get to build your very own boats -- glitter optional, of course, and I've got colored markers too -- and then we'll set them afloat! Some of you will hold mirrors, some will hold really bright flashlights to point at the mirrors -- nothing with cords around the water, okay -- and a few of you will blow on the boats to make them move. Sound good?"
She sighed, eyes sparkling. "At the very least," Ino conceded, "it's got fire in it."
Right. She had to be responsible. "Don't hurt each other, or you'll be hearing from us." Ino smiled. Angelically. "Alright, get to it! Boats, then burning!"
[Preplayed with the utterly awesome death-of-hope! Wait for the OCD, or face the glittery wrath of the TAs! OCD has been thoroughly glittered (so have the TAs) and is up!]