Professor Blair-West
Life Skills Training (Years 4-7)
Fri Aug 3, 2018 14:57
136.159.160.156

Estelle was in a Mood. This was not particularly unusual, but today her Mood was the result of the school administration, and despite their quirks she’d always been pleased to say she got along with them fine. Until this term.

RMI’s new Deputy Head, who as far as she could tell was just an accountant with no business working in a school (she was long past hiding her opinions of the man in the privacy of her own thoughts), had spent the odd day in September sitting in on her classes. That had been expected; it was pretty standard for new staff and administrators to lurk shadow the current team until they got a better sense of what was going on. The problem came when he started giving suggestions and Toby started listening.

In a nutshell, the result was that Estelle was no longer going to be responsible just for a single Sex Ed class series every few term as the student groups aged up. Nope, apparently that hadn’t been enough, as now the admin were conferring with partner schools in the IWCE and she’d been set the task of drawing from their resources to design a new mandatory curriculum to teach life skills with more variety than ‘how to not get STIs’, more than every three or four terms. Her student years were far (but not too far) behind her, but she remembered enough to know that she sure hadn’t been required to take any classes on budgeting or whatever. Luckily Fell had offered to teach that one, which saved her having to argue her way out, but unluckily he was set on doing it during tax season, so Toby had “suggested” she come up with something before Midterm to gently introduce the students to the idea of this new life skills blah bleh blah. Insert her Mood.

Estelle did not appreciate being told how to teach.

After she arrived to the lab, tracked down every last fidget spinner and Banished them to the theatre (fidgets had a place, she could acknowledge that, but not in her classroom, thanks very much), the brunette conjured up some temporary walls and built a series of small cubicles that ringed the room. “Cubicle” was an appropriate descriptor, because one of them contained a toilet. More on that later. For now, Estelle placed wards on the open entranceways, causing them to appear shadowed and hazy inside until one crossed the threshold, because it was no fun letting the students see what they were getting into until they were there, and then added extra wards to some of them, the most common one being a ward that would prevent entry while bearing a wand.

And then she conjured a table in the centre of the room, climbed on top, and waited. Students were beginning to trickle in, some of them looking more comfortable with the odd set-up and the short woman standing on a table, presumably because they had committed to taking her classes past third-year. The rest were wearing a variety of expressions that she decided to summarize as “confusion”, which was more appropriate given the fact they’d been ordered to this surprise mandatory class via notices tacked up on their House bulletin boards two days prior. The notices had been charmed to yell at every fourth-year-and-up that passed until they were paid attention to, so she figured no one should have an excuse to be a skipper today.

As per usual, the official start of class was announced by a bang as the door slammed shut on cue. “G’day, you lot, and welcome to the rest of your life,” Estelle announced, deadpan. “This is Life Skills - a new class series brought you to by our new Deputy Headmaster Fell. Make sure to tell him what you think of it afterwards, he’s keen for feedback.” Not true, or not that he’d said, but as far as getting the man to stop sticking his fingers in her work, it couldn’t hurt.

“Today, you’re going to be facing down several of the common minor catastrophes that you’re likely to encounter after your schooling. For some of you they may be more likely, and some of you may do better at overcoming them, and some of them even stump my own brother, who’s a grown adult, so all you can do is try your best.” To be fair, her brother Coop was an idiot in more ways than one, so maybe the students would surprise her. She had higher expectations of the more dedicated ones, at least. “We’re doing this relay-style. You’ll each start at a different cube. After ten minutes you’ll hear a lovely alarm go off--” it was actually her personal alarm clock, speakers amplified, and ‘lovely’ was the opposite; the sound-clip it played was enchanted to be the most annoying sound to the individual listener “--and move on to the next cube, and whatever progress you made is reversed behind you for the next group. Now, you half…” Estelle stuck out her arms, measuring approximately half of the students gathered, and numbered them off, assigning one student per cube. This was not at all because there were certain students she had a personal interest in making start at certain cubes, nope. She then turned to the remaining students. “Go pick a partner, and get started!”

The majority of cubicles had a little box sitting at the entrance with a sign noting that wands were to be left outside. Correspondingly, the majority of cubicles had minor catastrophes (to use her own phrasing) of the non-magical variety. This ranged from a burnt-out lamp that needed the correct replacement bulb from an assorted box; to a bicycle with a punctured tire that needed to be repaired and reinflated using the tools of the student’s choice (and yes, the provided materials included Scotch tape, which she expected someone would go for); to the aforementioned toilet, which was in need of de-clogging. Estelle was expecting that one to cause the most resistance, especially from some of the Pureblood students, but she had no sympathy. The Blairs were Pureblooded, she’d grown up in a magical home herself, but still she’d had to wield a plunger on multiple occasions as a young teen when her mum was away at work and someone had to look after the house over the summer months.

Some of the cubicles featured magical household items, too. One had a table of game cards whose enchantments had worn off, such as a weak deck of self-shuffling cards that needed to be kickstarted with a Sorting Charm before it would resume shuffling. (Would the students know to do that? Did kids these days even play with cards? Bugger if she knew. But their new Deputy Head had given feedback on how her class needed to be more inclusive to students from all backgrounds, as if she'd asked for his opinion. Hmph. Her classes were inclusive, and they challenged assumptions and prejudices too, which was arguably more important than inclusivity. But at least the students couldn't get into too much trouble with simple cards like these. Estelle had preemptively set a fireproofing ward around the cubicle, just in case something weird happened and someone tried to accuse her of being unprepared, but she wasn't actually worried.)

Standing in the centre of the room, where she could watch all the cubicle doors, Estelle suddenly remembered an important part and used a Sonorus to announce to the busily-working students, “Sorry but by the way, your homework is to write a paper on your experience. Five pages, due to my office next week. So take some notes or whatever. Get back to it.” She had no interest in marking said papers. Maybe she could just dump them on Fell’s desk, too. If he was going to cause a disruption, the least he could do was pick up his own slack on it.



| OOC: Pick a cube to start on or invent your own! Have fun; write lots; tag Estelle if you need her and she might even help. Although she’s not taking pity on any whiners. Finally, note you’ll get bonus House points if your posts make me laugh. (I laugh easily, so I promise that’s not even too hard.) Enjoy!

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