Office Hours - Monday

[wandering_stone]

After revising her syllabus, Jones was spending the day at her computer going over the simulations for class for the next few weeks.

She was also listening to the podcast of the last few days and occasionally making notes of news items that caught her interest.

And also wondering why she was now part of some weird squirrel drinking game.

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[age_of_the_geek]

Hardison was trying very hard to come up with a reason why he was here. One other than 'my scary teaching buddy told me to and I don't want to end up robot-food.' He hadn't gotten very far with it, mostly because he kept getting caught up on the concept of robot-food.

But he was tapping lightly on Jones' office door, hoping that maybe she wouldn't hear and he could scurry away. Manfully.

[wandering_stone]

Silly Hardison.

Robots don't eat humans.

"Mr. Hardison," Jones said looking up briefly from her monitor. "Please come in. Did you bring your syllabus?"

[age_of_the_geek]

"Uhhh, yeah," he said, scrapping that possibility and coming inside. "Uhh, it's a little rough," he added, handing it over. "I thought it might be good to leave a few classes open, in case they do somethin' I don't expect."

[wandering_stone]

"I see," Jones said reviewing the syllabus. "So instead of planning to teach them skills you are just going to throw them into different scenarios and hope they survive. The equivalent of throwing a child into the water and hoping they swim."