[School]: Classes Have Now Begun

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Classes for adults and children are now being held every day on Deck 14. The weekly schedule for September's syllabus is posted below. [Classes are OTA unless otherwise specified.]



[example of a youth class]

Itinerary/Subjects
Archery, Deck 11, Holodeck #3
Ballet, Room #0916 *
Catching up to the 24th Century, Classroom #1
Creative Writing, Classroom #3
Earth History and Archaeology, Classroom #4
Earth Languages, Room #0914 *
English & Poetry (Youth), Classroom #3
English & Poetry (Adult), Classroom #3
Federation Primer, Classroom #1
Geology, Classroom #5
Kenpo, Room #0918
Krav Maga, Room #0918 *
Melee Combat Basics, Room #0918
Mixed Martial Arts, Room #0918
Multiverse Primer, Classroom #1
Physical Education (Youth), Room #0918
Physical Education (Adult), Room #0918
Ranged Combat Basics, Room #0918
Scuba Diving, Deck 11, Holodeck #3
Self Defence, Room #0918
Spoken Languages (Klingon & Vulcan), Classroom #6
Surviving the Wilderness, Classroom #7
Warp Theory & Starship Tech, Classroom #10
Working with Chakra, Classroom #7
Xenoanthropology, Classroom #8
Advanced Xenolinguistics, Classroom #6

* [ One-on-one tutoring is available by request in ballet, krav maga, cooking, and a range of Earth languages. For a complete listing, see the OOC Post. You can request tutoring by replying to the comment offering the relevant subject in that post. ]


Class Schedule

Archery (Deck 11, Holodeck #3)
Sundays at 1500
Instructor: Thea Queen
Students: Alex Rogan, Finnick Odair

Ballet (Room #0916)
By Arrangement
Instructor: Ziva David
Students: Zoey Westen

Catching up to the 24th Century (Classroom #1)
Mondays and Wednesdays, 1300
Instructor: Lt. Hugh Cambridge
Students: Alex Rogan, Annie Cresta, Carson Beckett, Charles Tucker III, DJ, Finnick Odair, H. G. Wells, Jonas Quinn, Luna Lovegood, Natasha Romanoff, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Thea Queen, Will Arrowsmith, Zoey Westen

Creative Writing (Classroom #3)
Fridays, 1500
Instructor: H.G. Wells
Students: Finnick Odair

Earth History & Archaeology (Classroom #4)
Fridays, 1100
Instructor: Jonas Quinn
Students: Alec Troven, Luna Lovegood, Kevin Ford

Earth Languages (French/Italian) (Room #0914)
By Arrangement
Instructor: H.G. Wells/Ziva David
Students: Luna Lovegood

English & Poetry (Youth) (Classroom #3)
Mon-Fri, 0900
Instructor: Miss Kate Barlow
Students: Alec Troven, Kevin Ford

English & Poetry (Adult) (Classroom #3)
Wednesdays and Fridays, 1900
Instructor: Miss Kate Barlow
Students: Alex Rogan, Finnick Odair, DJ, Dylan Hunt

Federation Primer (Classroom #1)
Saturdays, 1100
Instructor: Lt. Cmdr. Terzen T'Karr
Students: Alex Rogan, Annie Cresta, Booker DeWitt, Charles Tucker III, Emma Frost, H. G. Wells, Lorna Dane, Luna Lovegood, Natasha Romanoff, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Steve McGarrett, Thea Queen, Will Arrowsmith

Geology (Classroom #5)
Fridays, 1300
Instructor: Lorna Dane
Students: Annie Cresta, Finnick Odair, Jonas Quinn, Luna Lovegood

Kenpo (Room #0918)
Tuesdays and Thursdays, 1600
Instructor: H.G. Wells
Students:

Krav Maga (Room #0918)
By Arrangement
Instructor: Ziva David
Students: Zoey Westen

Melee Combat Basics (Room #0918)
Mondays and Wednesdays, 1500
Instructor: Trever McCallum
Substitute: Sam Bowe
Students: Alex Rogan, Finnick Odair

Mixed Martial Arts (Room #0918)
Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, 0800
Open sparring Sundays from 0800
Instructor: Mack Gerhardt and Sam Bowe
Students: Alex Rogan, Dylan Hunt, Ezri Dax, Finnick Odair, Natasha Romanoff, Thea Queen, Trever McCallum, Zoey Westen

Multiverse Primer (Classroom #1)
Third Monday of the Month, 1900
Instructor: Fatima Merali
Students: Grainne (also for new arrivals)

Physical Education (Youth) (Room #0918)
Tuesdays, 1000
Instructor: Emma Frost
Students:

Physical Education (Adult) (Room #0918)
Fridays, 1000
Instructor: Emma Frost
Students: Annie Cresta, DJ

Ranged Combat Basics (Room #0918)
Tuesdays and Thursdays, 1700
Instructor: Kale McCallum
Students: Alex Rogan, Finnick Odair

Scuba Diving (Deck 11, Holodeck #3)
Tuesdays and Fridays, 1500
Instructor: Steve McGarrett
Students: Finnick Odair

Self Defence (Room #0918)
Tuesdays and Fridays, 1000
Instructor: Steve McGarrett
Students: Alex Rogan, DJ, Jonas Quinn, Mary McGarrett

Spoken Languages (Klingon & Vulcan) (Classroom #6)
Tuesdays and Thursdays, 1300
Instructor: Lt. Hugh Cambridge
Students: Alex Rogan, H. G. Wells, Jonas Quinn, Kale McCallum, Natasha Romanoff, Trever McCallum, Steve McGarrett, Zoey Westen

Surviving the Wilderness (Classroom #7)
Saturdays, 1300
Instructor: Bob Fraser
Substitute: Sam Bowe
Students: Alex Rogan, Finnick Odair, Jonas Quinn

Warp Theory & Starship Tech (Classroom #10)
Saturdays, 1400
Instructor: Lt. Cmdr. Geordi La Forge
Substitute: Lt. Cmdr. Terzen T'Karr
Students: Alex Rogan, Charles Tucker III, Fatima Merali, H. G. Wells, Kale McCallum, Jack Harkness, Jim Kirk, Lorna Dane, Natasha Romanoff, Steve McGarrett, Tony Stark, Will Arrowsmith

Working with Chakra (Classroom #7)
Saturdays, 1000
Instructors: Minoru
Students:

Xenoanthropology (Classroom #8)
Saturdays, 1000
Instructors: Lt. Hugh Cambridge
Students: Alex Rogan, Carson Beckett, Jonas Quinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Tony Stark

Advanced Xenolinguistics (Classroom #6)
Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, 1900
Instructors: Lt. Cmdr. Terzen T'Karr
Students: Jonas Quinn


Staff
Bob Fraser (Surviving the Wilderness)
Emma Frost (Physical Education (Youth), Physical Education (Adult), Self-Defence (Substitute))
Fatima Merali (Multiverse Primer)
Geordi La Forge, Lt. Cmdr. (Warp Theory & Starship Tech)
H.G. Wells (Creative Writing, Earth Languages (French), Kenpo)
Hugh Cambridge, Lt. (Catching up to the 24th Century, Spoken Languages (Klingon & Vulcan), Xenoanthropology)
Jonas Quinn (Earth History & Archaeology)
Kale McCallum (Ranged Combat Basics)
Kate Barlow (English & Poetry (Youth), English & Poetry (Adult))
Lorna Dane (Geology)
Mack Gerhardt (Mixed Martial Arts)
Minoru (Working With Chakra)
Sam Bowe (Melee Combat Basics (Substitute), Mixed Martial Arts, Surviving the Wilderness (Substitute))
Steve McGarrett (Scuba Diving, Self-Defence)
Terzen T'Karr, Lt. Cmdr. (Federation Primer, Warp Theory & Starship Tech (Substitute), Advanced Xenolinguistics)
Thea Queen (Archery)
Trever McCallum (Melee Combat Basics)
Ziva David (Ballet, Earth Languages (Italian), Krav Maga)


[ooc: Please note, the School is currently a once-a-month post; all times listed are for IC purposes. Teachers will post in with a comment for their class, and students can then tag in to thread at any stage for classes held at any point in the month.

To sign up to teach, or to add your character as a regular student of a class, see the OOC post here. The next School post will be on October 26th.]

Comments

English & Poetry

[ikissdhimbck]

[ooc: Students of both Youth and Adult classes can tag in here. ^__^]


Kate's feeling a mite nervous. It's odd — teaching is something she's always felt comfortable doing — but it's been years since she was last in a classroom, and out here who's to say anybody would want an old schoolmarm like her when they've got these fancy computers everywhere?

Still, she's never run from a challenge.

Dusting her hands off, she looks over everything while she waits for her students to arrive. Her fine writing is on a blackboard at the head of the room — the English alphabet in both capitals and lowercase letters, and six prim sentences:

"It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me."

[cridhe]

Cridhe hesitantly entered the room. She didn't know if this was the right place or not. Since she couldn't read, well... things were rather tricky. At least the computer worked with voice prompts, so she was able to get where she needed to go.

She had too much pride to mention her problem to the Doctor(s) or really anyone who had travelled with her. They would probably never believe that displaying information on a screen isn't the same as being able to read said information herself.

She hoped she had come early enough. She really didn't want anyone else to know her problem. She could speak and understand over ten billion languages. But she couldn't actually read any of them. At least not with these flesh eyes.

"Excuse me. I understand this is an English class. But, I know not if this is the best class for me to take."

Admitting she doesn't know something. Well, the wonders never cease.

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate looks up from the curriculum she's prepared for the day — all on paper, of course. Perhaps someday she'll learn how to use them fancy PADDs, but that day ain't today.

She's dressed up some from her usual working attire, still donning a pair of slacks but in proper ladies shoes this time around, blouse tucked in and hair pinned in a fancy up-do.

(And not that she's ever gonna advertise this fact, but since her guns aren't on her hips she's got her Smith & Wesson tucked into a clutch under her desk. Just in case.)

"Oh. Come on in and have a seat, and we'll see if we can't figure that out together."

She smiles warmly and clasps her hands, a bit nervous. This is her first student in — well. In a very long time.

"What were you hoping to learn?"

[cridhe]

Cridhe relaxes a little when Kate seems so friendly. A bit nervous, but wasn't it normal for everyone to be nervous the first day of classes?

She smiles and takes a seat. She looks around and decides it's best to ask now before anyone else gets here. How much of the story to tell this woman? She looks Kate over. Hummm.. Perhaps not much. Stick with the basics, that's what the Doctor had told her.

"I would like to learn how to read and write. I never had a use of such abilities before and it would seem to be a requirement to function adequately in this place."

Well. That is about as basic as she could get.

[ikissdhimbck]

[ooc: I apologize for my slowness, RL has been kicking me pretty hard lately. >_< If you're not cool with backtags just say the word!]


For what it's worth, Kate takes her admission in stride. Where and when she's from, it's not uncommon for folk not to know their letters. So she smiles kindly and nods.

"Yes, this place is a mite bit more demandin'."

She chuckles, enthused to have a new student.

"You've come to the right place; that just so happens to be exactly what I'm here t'teach. I'm Miss Kate Barlow, may I ask your name?"

[cridhe]

Cridhe smiles and offers a nod. "I am called Cridhe."

But, yes she's calming down a bit. Everyone else had been so kind in the end, but she had her doubts. She has seen the best and worst of humanity, the universe over.

"What do you prefer I call you? Miss Kate or Miss Barlow."

Because when people introduce themselves with their title, they tend to like to use it. She knows that much.


{OOC: I will backtag forever. Hope things get better for you soon :) }

[ikissdhimbck]

[ooc: Ah, good! ^__^ Thank you, I think they are.]


"What a lovely name. S'nice to meet you, Miss Cridhe."

Kate has a sort of true kindness that comes from someplace deep within. It shines from her eyes, easy to hear in her soft, Southern drawl, and tempers her movements. She's not without her secrets, though. And when threatened, that kindness can go cold in an instant.

Cridhe's question causes her to pause for just the briefest moment. Should be an easy enough one to answer, but it's been a long time since anyone called her anything other than 'Kissin' Kate Barlow'.

"My students always called me Miss Kate, but then my students were mostly children."

She chuckles softly, rifling through a few papers on her desk before finding one to bring over.

"You can call me whichever you're comfortable with, Miss Cridhe. Do you know your English alphabet?"

Re: English & Poetry

[element_wizard]

Alec definitely doesn't look like he belongs in the youth class, but he's popping in there anyway. Because in his mind he still thinks of himself as a kid.

When he sees the lines on the wall he said almost automatically, "Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe."

[ikissdhimbck]

It's true, he's a mite bit older than she was expecting. Which probably accounts for the curious look she gives him, just before smiling.

"Very good, young man."

She leans back against her desk, and clasps her hands in front of her. She's dressed up some from her usual working attire, still donning a pair of slacks but in proper ladies shoes this time around, blouse tucked in and hair pinned in a fancy up-do.

"Top of the class. As long as you're sure this is the right class?"

[element_wizard]

Alec gave her a bit of a wry smile, "You know how some people are older than they look? I'm sort of younger than I look."

[ikissdhimbck]

[ooc: I apologize for my slowness, RL has been kicking me pretty hard lately. >_<]


"Oh?"

There's always one in every class: a trouble-maker. Kate's got an inkling this one's gonna be hers.

"Is that so?"

[element_wizard]

Alec honestly is not planning on be a trouble-maker beyond his usual trouble with reading and things. But he does try to be a good student whenever he takes classes.

At her expression he gets a sort of mix of frustration and sort of why do I even bother trying look on his face before shoving it away.

"Yes. I'm not human." The humor is gone from his voice. "My people mature emotionally at a slower rate than humans. I'm the equivalent of a human in their mid to late teens. Which I thought counted as youth."

[ikissdhimbck]

"Oh."

She seems unfazed by the change in disposition, though she has noticed it. After so many years she should be accustomed to alien lifeforms looking so similar to Earth bred and raised, but it always sends her for a loop.

"Certainly. May I ask where you're from, Mister ... ?"

Re: English & Poetry

[1st_starfighter]

Alex was there, grinning. He for one did not think she was an old schoolmarm.

He watched her and her writing, bouncing, almost, in his seat, eager to learn. He wanted to make up for never having gone to college.

[ikissdhimbck]

Having him here certainly does affect her teaching style. For one, every time she looks in his direction she can't help but smile, bowing her head bashfully. For another, it does make her a mite bit nervous. She wonders if he'll be a tough critic.

"Alex? What would you say this poem's about?"

She carries over her bound volume. Everything she's prepared comes straight from paper, both the books on her desk and the hand-written curriculum sitting in front of him on his desk. Perhaps someday she'll learn how to do this all on one of them PADDs, but for right now she's keeping to what she knows.

"Could you read the last paragraph?"

[1st_starfighter]

Watching her, his smile seemingly unable to face as he listened to that wonderful voice, and wanting, god, wanting to just stride up there and kiss her and do, well, far more things to her when she was not standing... ahem. And suddenly she was asking him a question and he snapped out of it, blushing, and nodded. "Ah. I can do that."

His voice was clear and soft, but almost commanding as he read, and his eyes flicked up to hers as he spoke, then back to the text, cheeks burning.

"For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea."*

Alex drew a shaky breath after that and looked up at her. "I think it's about love and dedication, and about more, about life, about what is important to you."

[ikissdhimbck]

[ooc: I apologize for my slowness, RL has been kicking me pretty hard lately. >_<]


It wouldn't do at all to turn tomato red while addressing her very first class — well, her very first class of adults, anyhow. The children came earlier in the day, and they are a touch more forgiving.

It's just that, well. Without the spell of the love potion that brought them together, she remembers all their—ah—activities from the spring in full soundness of mind, and she can't help but blush.

"Very good."

He does have a lovely speaking voice — but she is a professional, after all. She can manage this.

(Even if she might have to ask him to stay after class.)

"Look at the imagery. The narrator sees the beauty of his departed lover in everythin', from the moon to the stars. In that way, death had no hold over Annabel Lee. Her memory would always be beautiful."

She smiles at him.

"I think time is the villain here. What do you think?"

[1st_starfighter]

(ooc: I understand. Life has been a butthead.)

Alex watched her, and his smile warmed wider. maybe they had been drawn together by the love potion, but damn if he wasn't still feeling like he could kiss her, right here and now. And damned if he didn't wish he could.

"Time seems to be the villain for everyone." And if there was a sigh in his voice, she would know why. Time had stolen his life, as sure as anything, and she had been the first thing to give joy back to it.

[ikissdhimbck]

She does know why.

Could be that was her motivation for asking the question in the first place.

(She's tricky that way.)

"Poe often explores the idea of everlastin' beauty and love in death. There are critics who would call him — morbid. However, I think there's a certain warrior-like ferocity in fightin' the ropes of time. In that way, one can show time that it has no hold over him."

She smiles.

[lost_singularity]

DJ was sitting in the back corner by the door, remaining unobtrusive as he listened to what was going on in the class. He preferred not to speak, but that didn't stop him from taking notes or jotting down his own insights. He was a pretty good multi-tasker and even had some of his own experimental lines down on his data PADD.

[ikissdhimbck]

Since this is her first class, she takes some time getting to know her students, watching how they interact with each other and with the material she's set out. The pages she's prepared for everyone are handwritten on real paper, but she notices right away the students who have brought along PADDs.

DJ seems a little shy, but that's all right. She can work with that. Her voice is soft and melodic, her Southern twang more prim than abrasive at present, and her smiles are free and warm.

"And what are you workin' on?"

She stops a little ways from his desk, hands clasped demurely in front of her.

[lost_singularity]

DJ looked up when Kate approached him. Even though he had his data PADD, he also was scrawling notes and doodles on the backs of some of the papers that were given him with his left hand. He looked up at her, then down at the organized chaos of his notes. Finally he tapped out a response on his data PADD so that she'd be able to see it.

After reading what you had handed out, I was working on some of my own lines.

[ikissdhimbck]

[ooc: I apologize for my slowness, RL has been kicking me pretty hard lately. >_< If you're not cool with backtags just say the word!]


Kate smiles, crouching a little to have a look at what he'd written.

(She doesn't have to go very far — at five-foot-one-inch, she's practically at his desk's height.)

"That's wonderful. Are you comfortable sharin' some?"

[lost_singularity]

[ooc: no problem!! I can backtag til the end of time :) ]


DJ shrugged a little, and shifted one of the papers over so she could see what he wrote. He was definitely one of the quieter ones in the class, but it appeared he was always writing something or reading up on information.

Don't you hold your breath
Cause I'm not coming down
The battlefields have left me only scars
And floating in the dark
I'm swimming in the sound
Of voices that should never been apart

He almost nervously tapped a finger on his data PADD before adding something for her to see.

It doesn't feel new. It feels old. Like from a long time ago. There is a lot of things I don't remember.

[ikissdhimbck]

[ooc: Yay! ^___^ ]


Kate won't often form judgments on her students by outward appearance alone. She had children of all sorts in her schoolroom back in Texas, each gifted in their own way. So she's pleased to see how much DJ has written as she takes the offered verses in her hand and reads them aloud. Her voice is soft and gentle, tinged with a proper Southern drawl.

She pauses to reflect on what she read before glancing at his PADD and smiling.

"It does have a haunting sound to it. It's rather good. I can tell it comes from a deep place."

Her brow gently furrows.

"Have you recently lost your memories?"