It's a Monday...

Captain's log, Stardate 03-25-2013.

I find myself trapped in the early 21st century in what is known as Strasbourg, France. Many of my crew are missing, with only 8 of us remaining. We have decided to take the roles of student-teachers in order to find more about this environment and split into 3 groups. I can only blame Q for this inexplicable turn of events.

Today marked the first and only day that I will be observing the educational patterns on the day that is known as the locals as a "Monday." It was a standard away mission, our main objective being fact-gathering. The daily routine of the locals appears to follow a similar routine, with some variance depending on the day of the week. For today's observation, I followed local children to 3 different gatherings, know as "classes."

 This first class involved students in what is known as the 7th grade, a ranking based on knowledge and age, surely, learning about ancient Earth cultures during what is known as the "Middle Ages." The main focus of today's meeting was to inform the students about a project they had to do. The students were allowed to pick their partners to form groups of 3. Each group was then tasked with creating their own away mission for their local surroundings, explaining to their peers about the historical aspects of certain areas or buildings. Each group mission had to have a specific theme that tied all their areas together.

After this class, there was a small break in my observation of the students, so I decided to take the rest of my team into the surrounding town to gather information about this environment. Many facilities were closed, though we did happen to find a cafe where my team and I partook in the local beverages. I personally sampled a "chocolat chaud" and a "croque monsieur." After the break, we returned to the school as the students were to engage in a technological lesson. These students were to practice becoming more efficient in their use of use primitive input devices, or "keyboards."  They were also to practice in creating an early version of logs that were typed into the computer, known as a blog. As both Ambassador Spock and Admiral Janeway once said, it is like using "stone knives and bearskins."

The final class my group observed involved "8th graders" learning about a 20th Century economical movement called the "Industrial Revolution." Students were divided into groups to finish reviewing a piece of literature written during the age, a novel known as "The Jungle."

One of my crew decided to continue with her explorations. As these people seemed harmless, I allowed her to continue as First Officer Calandrelli and I returned to our local residence. From there, it was simply a matter of finding nourishment and adjusting to our environment.

Butler out.


P.S. Bonus points if you read this in your favorite captain's voice. Double for Picard.