Challenge #02342-F152: Skill Building Exercise

A school with different Races Like Humans, Havenworlders and other Deathworlders have a Projectweek.
Of course at the End of the Week the Pupils present their Projects each one at a small stand and get their Grades for their Work.
(Go with this anywhere you want and have a great Day ^^) -- Anon Guest

In a Mixed Toughness schooling environment, certain things are forbidden. Sudden shocks can be bad for Havenworlders, and certain Deathworlders play by using shocks on each other. The older the children are, the better they are at understanding this, but for the young ones... precaution is the byword.

"This project week, we are building dioramas," the instructional model hologram rotated for the awed class of eight. It showed several examples and how they could work. Some showed how to make the lightbox style, others showed scenes the children could make. "The theme, should you choose to participate, is favourites. This can be a scene from your favourite book, movie, or show... it could be your favourite room, activity, or even about your pet." There were some giggles, some faces were lighting up, and one child was already making a plan in their art app.

"Usual class rules apply... Jason. No blood, no gore, no dismemberment, or depictions thereof." Educator Kriis waited for the disappointed 'aw'. "Similarly, any characters in your diorama who are interacting must be interacting in a manner appropriate for public display." Which, when boiled down to the basics of communication, meant no sex scenes. Yet saying it like that to a group of children was dangerous territory.

Jason, one of those kinds of kids, mumbled something incomprehensible and doubtless started planning to get as close to crossing the line as he could. The Educators of the class exchanged a Look. There was always a little rebel, and their job was to gently divorce Jason from any avenues of approach that could plausibly cause harm. As it was, his skating close to thin ice could well help the Havenworlders in the class toughen up their genome via epigenetic influence. Which was why Mixed Toughness classes existed in the first place.

There were a few kids who wanted help, there always were. Just like there was always one who wanted to push the envelope, there was always one who was afraid of touching it, and wanted to know if any decision they made was okay. Those kids were encouraged to push their envelopes a little.

There was also one kid who had this. They grabbed materials they needed and attacked the project with enthusiasm, zeal and, if they didn't watch out, an inevitable upset when something didn't work out the way it was supposed to in their head. There was a lot to keep an eye on, and asking questions about that kid's plans and giving them a few hints and tips kept the frustration at bay.

The hardest thing to do, of course, was to keep their interest on their projects throughout the week. There was always one child who was frustrated that they hadn't finished their project that day, and always one who wanted to stay behind and get it done.

When the week was over, there would be prizes for the most creative, the most detailed, the most accurate, and the most improved at skill-building. 'Best' wasn't a word they used in beginning education. That was a relic of a bygone era that didn't value anything that couldn't be sold for a profit. Regardless of prizes, though, one thing was guaranteed. The parentals would be proud of them.

[Image (c) Can Stock Photo / hatchapong]

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