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smash_logs2013-09-08 04:08 pm
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Who: Cyrus, ethics students, lookieloos, whoever else wants to be there
What: first ETHICS CLASS of the term
Where: Monday, 1 pm
When: classroom
After everything that had happened over the past year, it was what others may call a "relief" to return to a normal school schedule.
Of course, Ethics Class had never been normal, so the term was comparable.
Cyrus arrived an hour before class time, though all he had prepared by the time 1 rolled around was writing his and the class's name on the board. Anyone entering would see him seated straightly at the desk, occasionally muttering to himself, writing something down, or both at once.
If any of the new students had yet to encounter him, he could be an off-putting sight. Though his height wasn't evident while seated, his skin was pale and his eyes seemed pre-set with an intense glare. The military-esque uniform also stood at odds with his self-proclaimed pacifism, though the spiral G emblem bore no resemblance to any known army.
Upon each person's entrance, he would greet them and ask their name, no matter how acquainted he was with them, though other than that he remained silent until the turn of the hour.
(lecture in threads! Come join!)
What: first ETHICS CLASS of the term
Where: Monday, 1 pm
When: classroom
After everything that had happened over the past year, it was what others may call a "relief" to return to a normal school schedule.
Of course, Ethics Class had never been normal, so the term was comparable.
Cyrus arrived an hour before class time, though all he had prepared by the time 1 rolled around was writing his and the class's name on the board. Anyone entering would see him seated straightly at the desk, occasionally muttering to himself, writing something down, or both at once.
If any of the new students had yet to encounter him, he could be an off-putting sight. Though his height wasn't evident while seated, his skin was pale and his eyes seemed pre-set with an intense glare. The military-esque uniform also stood at odds with his self-proclaimed pacifism, though the spiral G emblem bore no resemblance to any known army.
Upon each person's entrance, he would greet them and ask their name, no matter how acquainted he was with them, though other than that he remained silent until the turn of the hour.
(lecture in threads! Come join!)