Post by SIMA ORATIO on Sept 24, 2014 9:42:09 GMT -5
The sun rose over the edge of his window. It filled his room with just enough light to see. “What time is it?” He yawned, almost as if asking someone beside him. He sat upward, turning to the side, to rest his feet off the edge of the bed. Sima groaned, almost as if being reminded of something not exactly pleasant. He quickly showered, and changed. Getting ready early for the day was something he became used to. The wind blew rather calmly outside. The walk was rather comforting, cool air rustling across the walkways pushing small amounts of dirt and leaves along its path. It was a new semester wasn’t it? A grin appeared across his face at the thought. A brand new class of students? What an interesting bunch these students were. It was Sima’s responsibility to teach them about control, and the meaning of power. It was rather fun to see the various powers these students possessed. Sima’s own powers allowed him to see the traffic of energy through the body, and by seeing this ‘traffic’ it became easier to teach the students, tell them what was happening. Give them feedback so that they can learn.
Perhaps Sima enjoyed teaching class because it was one of the few times he was around others. Perhaps Sima was a loner, but this was usually his own choice, a force of habit, one could say. Sima reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. He flipped through them one by one until finding the one he needed to open the classroom. He made his way to the classrooms, despite still being roughly 1 hour and 30 minutes early. He wanted to prepare for today, get things ready, despite taking him only a few minutes. Perhaps it was the excitement that drove him to be there so early. He looked up at the board, grabbing the chalk, he wrote in big bold letters. “Welcome to Power & Control Studies!” He then wrote his own name on the right side of the board. “Mr.Oratio” Sima looked at his own name and smiled.
Sima pulled his bag off his shoulders, placing the bag onto the desk. It looked similar to that of a laptop bag, but when he opened it no laptop was found. Only a few binders, and books, regarding course content, and other things. Sima flipped through the pages briefly, and then went back to chapter 1. Sima took the chalk and wrote once again on the board. “Definitions of Power:” He wrote on the left side of the board. “Definitions of Control:” he wrote on the right. Sima didn’t like this section of the course content, but he did understand the importance of teaching morals, and the understanding of what power should be used for. So it was the basics for new students, sadly.
Perhaps Sima enjoyed teaching class because it was one of the few times he was around others. Perhaps Sima was a loner, but this was usually his own choice, a force of habit, one could say. Sima reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. He flipped through them one by one until finding the one he needed to open the classroom. He made his way to the classrooms, despite still being roughly 1 hour and 30 minutes early. He wanted to prepare for today, get things ready, despite taking him only a few minutes. Perhaps it was the excitement that drove him to be there so early. He looked up at the board, grabbing the chalk, he wrote in big bold letters. “Welcome to Power & Control Studies!” He then wrote his own name on the right side of the board. “Mr.Oratio” Sima looked at his own name and smiled.
Sima pulled his bag off his shoulders, placing the bag onto the desk. It looked similar to that of a laptop bag, but when he opened it no laptop was found. Only a few binders, and books, regarding course content, and other things. Sima flipped through the pages briefly, and then went back to chapter 1. Sima took the chalk and wrote once again on the board. “Definitions of Power:” He wrote on the left side of the board. “Definitions of Control:” he wrote on the right. Sima didn’t like this section of the course content, but he did understand the importance of teaching morals, and the understanding of what power should be used for. So it was the basics for new students, sadly.