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smash_logs2011-04-12 12:14 am
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Who: Cyrus and whoever bothers to show up for class this time
What: Ethics class!
Where: Normal classroom
When: Monday, 1 pm
Warnings: Probably some yelling. You know how his students get. Also, probably BJ reminding people to crossthread and interject!
On the chalkboard was scrawled the message "I will be five minutes late. You are to remain here. If you leave during that time, you will be given a failing grade for the day."
It was the first time Cyrus had written anything on the board since his employment there, and Weavile sat on the desk to ensure that he would know about anyone who fled.
At 1:04 and 54 seconds, Cyrus walked in and began speaking immediately. There was a smudge of what looked like oil on the side of his face, almost back to his hairline, but he didn't seem to notice it. "Last week I asked you to ponder the factors that produce tyranny, as well as how to alter those factors. I trust you all have come to your conclusions."
It wasn't often that he spoke so briefly. Even his journal entries, even his comments were longer than that. But he stared at the students, expecting them to speak.
What: Ethics class!
Where: Normal classroom
When: Monday, 1 pm
Warnings: Probably some yelling. You know how his students get. Also, probably BJ reminding people to crossthread and interject!
On the chalkboard was scrawled the message "I will be five minutes late. You are to remain here. If you leave during that time, you will be given a failing grade for the day."
It was the first time Cyrus had written anything on the board since his employment there, and Weavile sat on the desk to ensure that he would know about anyone who fled.
At 1:04 and 54 seconds, Cyrus walked in and began speaking immediately. There was a smudge of what looked like oil on the side of his face, almost back to his hairline, but he didn't seem to notice it. "Last week I asked you to ponder the factors that produce tyranny, as well as how to alter those factors. I trust you all have come to your conclusions."
It wasn't often that he spoke so briefly. Even his journal entries, even his comments were longer than that. But he stared at the students, expecting them to speak.