The Many Types of School Meme, nabbed from bakerstreet (with slight alterations)

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THE (EVERYTHING) SCHOOL MEME

HOW TO PLAY:
1) Post a comment with your character's name and fandom in the header.
2) Include any preferences or scenarios you'd particularly be interested in exploring.
3) Optional: Include a few starting comments so people responding have something to play off of!
4) Tag around, and get some god damn schooling.
5) Warn if your thread has triggering content! Smut is of course allowed.
6) Use RNG, 1-7 for Role, then 1-12 for School.

The Role.
I. TEACHER You're here to impart your knowledge and wisdom, whatever form that might take.
II. STUDENT An attendee of the school.
III. PRINCIPAL You're in charge of this madhouse. It's going to ruin your reputation, your funding, and your sanity.
IV. ADMINISTRATION/STAFF Secretary? Nurse? Janitor? You're one of the people who keep the school running.
V. ALUMNI You were once a part of this school. Now you're just visiting. Brings back memories, doesn't it?
VI. PARENTS Concerned for your child, or do you just want to dump 'em and get rid of 'em?
VII. ADVISOR Well, you're the babysitter. Congratulations; now you have a squad of students to take care of. Gotta make sure they don't get drunk, hook up, or just spend all night sitting around and crying for their parents.

The School.
I. MILITARY SCHOOL Are you a troublemaker, or is this your family's dream for you? One way or another, you've made it to military school. Be prepared for a rigid schedule, strict appearance guidelines, and a lot of practice standing extremely still.
II. DANCE ACADEMY Prepare to get worked to the bone. After all, there are hundreds of dancers-to-be, and only a handful of slots to make it into the company. You'll be constantly competing, constantly dancing, and constantly working to show yourself above the rest of the crowd.
III. ART/MUSIC SCHOOL At an easel or at a tablet, with an instrument or with your voice, you're here to learn how to pull your creative impulse from inside you and show it to everyone.
IV. MAGIC SCHOOL Whether Hogwarts or an old-school Mage-craft academy, or a necromancer's school or an informal training ground in witchcraft, time for you to learn how to harness that natural magical ability of yours. Better hope you don't run into any disasters along the way.
V. SUPERHERO SCHOOL Sky High? Xavier's Institute for the Gifted? Or are you training in quiet and in secret, honing your supernatural abilities for the purposes of some dark government, some hidden purpose? Better hope you're ready to cop with a roommate who has no control of their powers. And remember to think quietly; we have a lot of psychics in this building.
VI. BOARDING SCHOOL European or American, this is old-school, with bricks and ivy and, possibly, only one gender allowed. Is it family tradition, or did your parents just want to get you the hell out of the house?
VII. 1950S AMERICAN HIGH SCHOOL Break out those poodle skirts and let's go to the sock hop! Maybe go on a date with the cutest boy in school. If he has a car, he could take you to the drive-in.
VIII. 1980S AMERICAN HIGH SCHOOL Most any teen movie stereotype you can think of originated here, in the '80s. Maybe Breakfast Club-style up a detention, or Ferris Bueller a day off. Maybe just try to survive in the crowd of Freaks and Geeks.
IX. ONE-ROOM SCHOOLHOUSE Out on the prairie, in the middle of nowhere. Every single student in town can fit in one room, and they're all taught by one teacher. Have fun mingling with your range of classmates; you're probably stuck with them for the rest of your life.
X. MONASTERY Education is rare, in days like this. If you want to learn, you have to enter a house of God. Perhaps you've been sent here to keep out of trouble, or as part of a tithe. Perhaps you want to dedicate your life to the pursuit of the divine. In the meantime, the monks or nuns will take their time to educate you, on how to read and write, about history and philosophy.
XI. SPACE SCHOOL Welcome to Starfleet Academy. Or a space academy a la Ender's Game. Or its equivalent. Here, you'll learn about navigation, and physics, and combat against aliens. Xenolinguistics. Survival. Best of luck!
XII. OTHER Anything you can think of!

Comments

[fantheflamesofrevoluton]

[This kid is kinda stupid cute. Dante decided that early into knowing him, because wow, he's a teacher at a school with a lot of macho posturing, it's easy to forget how charming enthusiasm can be. It also makes it precariously easy to forget that he's technically participating in statutory rape, because nobody's been this into him since college. It's not the only factor in his decision to pursue this, not by a longshot, but the fact that he feels like a sex god around Horuss probably doesn't hurt.]

Horuss! Come in, I've been waiting for you.

[He feels cool, being able to smile easy even though he knows what direction this encounter is moving in. He wasn't half this confident when he was 17, but even then, he'd honestly faked it pretty well. But here, now? He feels it.]

Lock the door?

[He keeps most of the intent out of his voice, but the question itself is probably enough to give away his intentions.]

[horsecocks]

[He said his name and wow he is never going to get over this fanboy reaction to him, is he? Smiling is hard for him to do normally, Meulin has been a help in "smile more you creep," but Dante brings out actual smiles from him and on top of the consciously-made one it's really pulling at his face muscles ow. He nods excitedly, has his hand on the door to push it closed because the hinge at the top is really slow and needs to get a move on he's got a teacher dreamboat to mingle hormones with.]

Yes, sir!

[He twists around, scrambles at the lock, clicking it to the side and letting the implications settle in his chest. No one can get in if they tried, they're in private. He double-checks for any other locks like on his dorm room door, and, finding none, he simply reaches up and pulls down the blinds over the door window. There. Super privacy.]

[Horuss isn't really as hesitant as he is just so excited he can barely function. He's at Dante's desk with that eagerness, the horse keychains on his backpack clinking together when he comes to a stop from his trot. He stands there, grinning and really unsure about what next like what's he supposed to do just stand here excitedly or whatever he doesn't care, he'll do anything.]

Done, sir, and I went ahead and pulled the blinds. Would you like me to do anything else, señor?

[Popping out the Spanish aw yeah. Class habits kind of die hard.]