Jono wasn't late to the library at all today, no.

You were imagining that. And the fact that he looked something as though he'd just fallen out of bed and had time to straighten his bandages slightly before making a running dash to open it up and start shelving books.

Yessir. Right on time.

More or less.

[Right on time, unlike me. Sorry, Friday ate my soul today. I'm here now! And OCD-free.]

Mohinder was waiting at the front of the classroom, papers at his side. "I'm sure you know that today is our last class together. You can take the next five minutes to check any notes at which you may want to look."

Taking his time to hand out the questions Mohinder made his way back to his desk. "You have until the end of the period to complete your answers, and can go when you think you're done."

Mohinder kept one eye on the students, one on the article he was reading.

[OCD has arrived]

There was a plate of sugar cookies and a carafe of hot chocolate on the teacher's desk today. Steve greeted his class with a smile and, "Good afternoon. This period has been set aside for your final. However, I couldn't think of a way to test your artistic merit, and far be it from me to expect to hold your attention with winter break so very close, so congratulations, you all pass. You can use this period to work on any projects you might not have finished that you want to from throughout the semester, or to mess around with any of the materials from the supplies. There are cookies and cocoa. Thank you, you've been an excellent class. Enjoy."

"Short and sweet today, guys. I wrote a test and now you have to take it. And then we can all enjoy a couple weeks off."

Jim distributed the tests, sat down, and broke out a book about the history of basketball to read.

[OOC: Test is in the comments!]

"Welcome," Miss Bennet smiled, and it could be said that her smile was a somewhat mischievous smile, today. "If you have taken previous classes with me, you will know that I do not typically favour final exams. Literature, for one, is a highly subjective topic, and the class was intended more to inspire individuals towards its enjoyment, than to quantify the understanding of it."

"Logic, on the other hand ..." This was not a very promising smile, no.

Miss Bennet began passing papers back, starting with the furthest row. "You have until class ends to finish, and if you should like more time, I am perfectly willing to stay after class with you. I am also willing to further explain any of the questions, should you require clarification. You may use any notes or books that you have carried in with you, but you may not leave to fetch any, and you may only use yours. You may not, under any circumstances, borrow another's notes, or discuss matters with your classmates. If I catch you whispering or passing notes while completing your exam, the consequences will be unpleasant."

The frown was severe, but faded soon enough. "Beyond that, dear students, I solemnly vow that I will be generous with evaluation. You have little to fear. Only show me what it is you have learned, and I will be well satisfied. Shall we begin?"

"So, it's your final class with me," Deadpool started, walking around ye olde danger shoppe as people arrived. "And I don't really get with the whole testing thing, so..."

He shrugged.

"Battle royale? Yes, yes. Danger shop keeping you safe blah blah blah don't be stupid blah blah blah--Not the point. I brought popcorn so I expect to be entertained. And no one better shout 'Are you not entertained?!' at me because I love that movie and you're not foolin' anyone with stealin' the line. Got it? Good. Now have fun."

Sam had a strong feeling that people might not need his services today, with finals being almost over already, but that didn't stop him from heading to the library first thing in the morning, just in case. He only stayed through lunch though, so he could take care of the coffee and snacks for Student Council, but the library was open the whole time he was there. With Chuck still out of town - a fact that hadn't eluded him, even with everything else that was going on - lunch wasn't that big of a deal anyway.

[Doing the OCD-free thing again this week. I'll be around to reply to pings around 4pm!]

"Hi guys," Summer smiled, once everyone was settled in. "I just wanted to thank you all for being such a great class. It's been a blast teaching you." She was kind of sad to see the semester end, truth be told. It had been her first teaching experience, after all.

"As I said last class, your final exam is to tell me what you liked most about this class -- a specific lesson or just something in general. Anything you can think of, really."

Summer was easy like that.

"I hope you all have a wonderful holiday, whether you end up celebrating or not."

[OOC: Wait for the OCD is up.]

"It seems that our time together has nearly come to an end," Ziva said in greeting after everyone had settled down. The Danger Shop looked like a classroom for the moment, but the way Ziva was grinning might have given everyone a clue that it wouldn't stay like that for long. "But, you still have one more test to get through. You have all worked hard enough though that I am certain you can do it."

"It might not be a surprise to learn that I enjoy action movies, and that I also love a good car chase," she said. "This one from the Bourne Supremacy in case the link doesn't work in particular is my favorite and it would do you well to pay attention." Once she'd finished the clip, she hit the Danger Shop controls, and the classroom turned into a Russian marketplace.

"Welcome to Moscow," she said. "Your final test is going to use the skills you learned here to get through a modified version of that car chase. Of course, no one will be shooting at you, and if you crash, you will simply end up back here. Your goal is to get from outside of this market to the end of the tunnel with yourself and your car still intact." She showed them the course they'd be driving on a map, to try to make it clear where they should go. Getting lost was so not the point today. "You may drive on your own, or with a partner, it is entirely up to you." She gave them an excited little clap before waving them off. "Go on, let us see how well you do."

"Welcome to your Ethics final," Anakin said, pacing around the classroom. "I will provide you with a series of scenarios. You tell me which option you would pick, and why. Since this is Ethics, there are no black and white correct answers to anything. What matters to me is that you have some sort of reason for your choice. If your logic is faulty or snide or clearly half-assed, that's when I will become...unhappy."

Nick had expanded their little 'studio' for the day. It still had the working area, but it also had a small gallery that held nothing at the moment. There were pedestals for sculpture, nails and cords for hanging, cubbies for just about any kind of art you could make. All entirely moddable.

"Today, you have half the class to finish your pieces and the other half, we'll be presenting and reviewing. Considering how packed things are, I'll let you all get to it."

[ocd up!]

It had taken Remus and Sirius slightly less time this go around to program the Danger Room to do what they wanted (Sirius contended it was because it had threatened the computer with a good hexing, but that was debatable), but for a final examination, the professors felt that a bit of effort should be expended.

"Welcome to your exam," Sirius said with a slightly fiendish smile, extending his hand to encompass the scene before them: a large grassy area (complete with a different castle in the background. They missed Hogwarts a bit, so hush) covered in a variety of obstacles. "Hopefully you remember what you have learned. You will encounter a series of practical exercises in order for us to determine how prepared you are to face the Dark Arts in every day life. Good luck. If you get too hexed to continue, Professor Lupin and I will step in, but I don't think that will be entirely necessary."

"All right, kids," Drake greeted the class. "It's time for your favorite part of a class, finals, the part where we make or break your grade." Who was he kidding, he was a softie, he'd pass everyone. "You've got three choices for essay questions and one hour to write it. Pick one, and on your mark, get set...go!"

He snapped his fingers, conjuring a blackboard with three questions written upon it:

A. What is so damn sexy about vampires? Feel free to use examples of people you know in Fandom or back home.

B. Pick two of the following characters and make them fight. Who would win? Robin Hood, King Arthur (not the one running around here, or he may sue you for libel), d'Artagnan, Achilles.

C. Quick! Invaders from Mars are on their way to destroy your town! What three books do you grab to take with you as you escape?


[Syllabus | Class Roster]

This week Max was not distracted. And he was going to pretend that last week had never happened. For many, many, many reasons.

The far-too-familiar pile of gear was waiting as everyone arrived, but before anyone could grab anything, Max began speaking. "Today we're doing things a bit different. This being your final examination, you're going to execute a mission as a team. And, as with many missions of this sort, I'm going to be providing you with the parameters before you decide what to take." This also meant they'd be skipping the run today, but that was okay. Max was sure they'd get a workout without it.

Max made a small gesture and a patch of ground writhed and reshaped itself into a model of the surrounding terrain. The main features were a tall, rocky set of cliffs with an equally rocky beach below them. "We are here," he indicated a spot that was some distance from the top of the cliff. "Scouts indicate that the enemy is going to attempt to land troops here," he indicated a spot on the beach. "Your objective is to keep them from doing so by whatever means necessary. Or, failing that, to keep those troops from making it off the beach. If you can at least keep them bottled up for a few hours, reinforcements are on their way to secure this area."

"Since you are all such good students I'm sure you don't have any questions about this assignment. Which is good because for the purposes of this exercise I am not here." He stepped off to the side and waved at the pile of gear.

Fred had an evil smirk on his face today. The setting was the Danger Shop, and currently the room was barren except a large curtain across one wall that Fred stood in front of.

"Today, you get to choose your own final. It's a fight, one that's been programmed. You get to pick, but not in the way you're thinking.

He hit a button on a remote, and the curtain pulled back to reveal a series of doors.

"Pick a door, any door," he said. "And behind it you'll have your final scenario. Beat up the opposition, and you get an A. Don't do as well, well... we'll see. Oh, and before anyone complains that different tests for different people ain't fair... shove it. Life ain't fair. So... who's first? Pick your poison."

The one thing Fred didn't know was that his internet research was going to lead to some strange glitches in his programming.

[ooc: OCD first, plz Final is open!]

Would it be redundant to say that Gabrielle looked thoughtful as she perched at the desk with a scroll spread out in front of her? Most likely, but the thoughtfulness was mixed with whimsical amusement at the colorful snow outside.

And also with the notion that she really ought to look into a winter cloak of some kind.

Yes, she'd only just thought of this. Arguably it was a miracle it had occurred to her at all.

[OOC: I'm pretty sure the OCD fell behind the bed this morning. I'm not crawling under there.]

There was still more music, and not even nifty instrumentals like last week, where Anemone could make up her own words.

Which is why today, all AV equipment, radios, music, headphones, and assorted accessories, have been scooped up, boxed up, and unceremoniously tossed into Special Collections, door slammed shut on it all.

"And don't eat it!" Anemone yelled, shaking her finger at the door. "It will give you indigestion, and I'll laugh."

The Fandom High Library is open, but holiday spirit will be fed to the sentient dust bunnies.



[The OCD froze in the -20 windchill and didn't make it to work.]

"Welcome to your final exam," Colette said as she greeted students in the home ec classroom. "I'm going back to Paris at the end of the week, but I greatly enjoyed my time here as a teacher, and you are ... not all completely useless in the kitchen."

She just missed Alfredo. She was convinced he'd run the restaurant into the ground without her.

She cleared her throat and went on. "Today, we are going back to the assignment you did the very first week. You each have 40 minutes to make a dish to share with the class that demonstrates what you have learned this term. This is your final assessment."

"Begin."

Aeryn had been singing Feliz Navidad all morning. Keep in mind that her translator microbes also read every "Feliz Navidad" as "Merry Christmas", and think about how much more repetitive and annoying that makes that song. Luckily for her students, she was doing a surprisingly good job of not taking it out on them today.

Though she might hit up the shooting range later, because this song would drive her to kill otherwise.

Anyway. "This is our last class together, and it has been a pleasure to teach all of you this semester," she said. "Hopefully you've all learned something, especially if you're going on to become a big brother or sister for any of the new students coming in in a few weeks. Rather than having an actual exam, I wanted to go around the room and see if there was anything that you still have questions about, or feel should have been explained, and then I want you all to tell me the most important piece of information that you would give one of the new students.

"And if you can get this frelling song out of my head, you get extra credit."

Rick was all but bouncing as the class came in today. "Morning, kids. This is our last class together and I hope you had as much fun here as I did," he said.

"It's also time for you to present your finals," Rick continued. "One classic piece of literature, now with genre elements. Present your concept to the class and see if you can beat the random awesomeness of Ratman, now with added Russian literature."

He pointed at a random student. "You first. Dazzle me."

[OOC: OCD up.]

[Class Roster|Syllabus|Class Rules|Previous Classes]

When the students walked into the classroom today, they'd probably note the single sheet of looseleaf paper sitting on each desk, yes.

"Final exam day," Algren said, standing at the front of the room with his arms crossed over his chest. "And, instead of the multiple-choice like we had on the midterm, today we're going to ask you just one question. Please, answer in essay format, to the best of your ability."

It was possible that he simply didn't trust Jim with the photocopier enough to risk another quiz like that last one again.

It was a wonderful quiz, thank you.

"Explain your feelings on how the social concept of sex has changed from the past until whatever point in time you're at at the moment. Yes, that does include the future," Jim added dryly.

"Please, cite any valid examples that you might remember from class," Algren added, because he knew that there were some of those in there somewhere, "or feel free to mention things that you might be aware of through your own experiences or research."

Yes, their research of sex. They were teenagers. Algren was going to assume that it had to have happened with at least a few of them, somewhere down the road.

"So it's time for your exams," Mitchell announced, slumped back on a couch in the back of the room. "It's fairly simple, really. Pick up that pen and that paper, pick a country, and write about what you found interesting or horrifying or even good about their approach to the media during one of these wars." He beamed at the class. "Then write down what you learned from it. If you want extra credit, give me a bit on your favorite war movie." Beat. "...As long as it's not Red Bird Down. Travesties they're spitting out in cinema these days."

"Welcome to our last class of the semester," Ghanima said. "Today, I'd like to hear from you."

"We've covered another of religions in this class, looking at how and why they developed, and their basic belief structures. Now I'm going to ask you to think about what you've heard, and use your imaginations."

"I'd like you to picture yourself dropped into a hostile environment. You have no money, no allies, and the natives are quite hostile to outsiders. Luckily, you are exceedingly familiar with the planetary religion and it's resultant myths and legends."

"Out of all the various religions we've covered, which one would you find the easiest to use to your advantage in this situation? Or if you cannot picture yourself in such a situation, what religion that we've studied has intrigued you the most?"

[OCD up!]

There was a platter of Christmas cookies with coffee, hot chocolate, and milk on the side on a table at the back of the lab. The lab tables were covered with less savory supplies.

"Welcome to your final," Tyler said. "I am sure those of you who have taken a class with me before will be astounded to hear that our last lab is making soap. Technically" -- he grinned -- "we are creating the alkali salt of a fatty acid." He went through a thumbnail lecture on the science of that. "If you've done it before, try to do it better, or add scents or herbs this time."

"Before you start on the soap process, please write 150 words or so on what you learned from this class. Thanks. You guys were a good group."

Today, each desk had a face-down sheet of paper lying on it.

"Good afternoon, class, I do hope you're ready for your final," Bond began with a grin. "Now, the only real way to test what you've learnt would be with a practical test, but since that is more than out of the question, instead you're going to sit a short test, which should be quite easy if you've been paying attention."

"You can begin when you're ready."

[ooc: wait for ocd up]

[Class Roster|Class Rules|Previous Classes]

So, it was officially the last day of this class. Loki had toyed with the idea of giving some hard as shit final just to be a bastard but even he couldn't make himself do that. Instead, he'd brought in some donuts and there were a few books spread out across a table at the front of the room.

"Welcome back," he greeted, giving them all a wave. "Since I was only your teacher for about half a semester, I didn't want to try and give you a final on shit I didn't know and shit you may not remember. So, instead, I brought in some breakfast and got some books on fairy tales from the library. As far as I know, they all have some type of magical animal. For your final, pick one of the books, read it and then tell everyone if you'd do anything different with the magical creature in the book. That's it. Easy, right? Don't say I never fucking gave you anything."

With that, he grabbed a donut and took a seat.

After getting into their traditionally awful uniforms and entering the Danger Shop, students would find that their normal gym had been transformed into a dank and foggy cliff face and that they stood on a deck over very dark and deep water. The professor stood at the bottom of the cliff next to a series of ropes that dangled from so high up the tops could not be seen through the fog. Way up at the top of the cliff was a whole mess of comfortable furniture, pillows, and blankets along with a big screen ready to show the movie.

"Romantic comedies aren't all that great," Ronon started, looming in front of his students one last time. "Least not from this planet. But I got a friend who quotes this one all the time and he's cool so we'll go with it." And weren't they all lucky for that. "So for the final, you're watching The Princess Bride and climbing up the face of the Cliffs of Insanity. Not in that order. Be aware, the ropes have a tendency to break in the movie, so I bet you run into that, too. Otherwise you've been a good class and with luck I won't see any repeaters next go round."

There wasn't really Christmas candy in Tortall. There was spicebread and other yummy treats but the avalanche of candy that seemed to come with every holiday here in Fandom was completely new to George.

Which would be why he was sitting at the library desk surrounded by piles of candy to take full advantage of that.

Today, there was a large assortment of moddable holiday goodies spread out on a table. Hoshi had made stops at JGOB and The Perk in addition to begging Gunther to "donate" some food as well.

"I wanted to make up for not having any pastries last week," said Hoshi, grinning. "We're not going to do any work today since it's our last meeting. Instead, help yourselves to some treats. You deserve it after working so hard this semester!"

[Please wait for the We have OCD.]