When students filed into the classroom today, they might notice that Algren wasn't wearing his usual brown duster coat. Instead, he was clad in a blue military uniform, carefully clean and highly decorated but with his coat left unbuttoned, with his hands clasped behind his back. He wasn't pacing the front of the room today, either. Instead, he was ( Read more... )

"Manifest Destiny," Algren said, launching into the lecture the moment the last student's butt hit their seat. Tyler stood back and observed this week; it was clear to him that Algren had the subject well in hand ( Read more... )

When students filed into the Danger Shop, they would find themselves in the front room of a large colonial home. Algren, who was, yes, fully clothed thank you very much, seemed almost worryingly amused as he waited for everyone to settle in. He started speaking even as the students were sitting down and thawing out.

( And The Rest Is History! )

Tyler was dressed in a ratty Fandom High t-shirt and sweatpants today, and he'd had to resist the urge to add a whistle.

"So, contrary to what I'm wearing, you didn't end up in Professor Dex's class," he informed the students. "You're still in U.S. history, and this week we start to actually discuss history. Radical concept, I know. Anyhow, we are ( Read more... )

When students entered the classroom today, they would find not one, but two men standing at the front. One of them was probably familiar to some of them, the other one was a new face... Although his wardrobe probably needed a little updating.

( And The Rest Is History! )

Chuck was already there when the bell rang. He surveyed the class, taking in their faces, and feeling true joy in the thought that ( he might never have to see any of them ever again. )

Chuck came into class, late as usual.

"Today's a review day, before the exam. If you have any questions, ask them now, because I don't want to have to talk to any of you next week."

He really loved his students. You can see it in his eyes, feel it in the kindness of his words.

ooc: Half a moment... Go!

Chuck walked into class twenty minutes late.

( He was just begging to be fired, now. )

Chuck entered the class seconds after the bell rang, pulling along a TV cart. He spoke to the students as he set it up.

“Last semester, we watched an episode of The Colbert Report. I was planning on recording one last night, but with the recent writers’ strike, it seemed a waste to rerecord a rerun. So I’ve used the episode from last year, where ( Read more... )

Chuck turned to the class. He gave them all a very sour look. After all, it was their fault he was there.

( Well, in a way, he's kind of right... )