Monday, July 11th, 2016

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It was a fairly chipper Ender who met the students outside on the lawn today. He'd spent the weekend back on Naboo with the Valentines, and had only heard about what had happened this morning.

"So, I hear many of you might have had something of an experience last weekend," he said. "It's happened before - a weekend where everyone's minds were wiped. Memories erased, we all get reset to zero. In a sense, at least; it seems to erase memories related to our identity, but rarely touches our skills." He picked a bottle of water up off the ground. "What remains of us when our experiences are erased?" he asked.

He took a sip of his water.

"The great philosophers spent a lot of time talking about matters of personal identity," he said. "Some philosophers denote identity simply as bodily existence: you are who you are as long as you are your physical self. Of course, that brings issues of its own with it, whether it be because of the natural process of aging, or because the island turned you into another sex. Are you still yourself, when your genitals are different? I would say yes, but it's a matter of debate."

He set the bottle back down. "The second theory is that identity is a product of mental substance; that one's mind is separate from one's body, and that it is where our personhood lives. In that case, can those people you were last weekend truly be called you? They are, after all, just your skills, set in your body. They do not have the sum of your experiences, and therefor don't think like you. But they do have your skills, and so part of your mind. Could you just disassociate yourself from what your body did last weekend? Or is it more troubling?"

He eyed each student in turn. "Of course, John Locke went a step further and defined mental substance as being one's consciousness, in which case the answer is rather more clear-cut, I feel. 'If Socrates and the present mayor of Queenborough agree, they are the same person: if the same Socrates waking and sleeping do not partake of the same consciousness, Socrates waking and sleeping is not the same person.'"

"But there are many other theories. One presupposes that one's self is really one's intuition: after all, when your mind is wiped, and someone then proceeds to torture you, you'll still feel fear and apprehension, because you can intuit that torture isn't something you want happening to you. Other theories suppose that consistency is key, that every part of you that I've just mentioned must remain in a certain alignment for you to be you. And so on, and so forth."

He smiled, tapping his finger against the bottle. "But that's enough for Philosophy 101," he said. "How do you feel about it? Were you yourself last weekend? Should your actions then have consequences now? How do you define yourself, as an identity?"
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For class today, Deadpool arrived fifteen minutes late and carrying Starbucks. He was really committed to this entrance. It was a thing.

"Okay, so last week was the 4th of July and I see most of you still have your hands." A beat. "Good for you. Not having to know what a hand growing back looks like. That's a good thing. Though a pirate hook would be pretty sick."

It so would be.

"My lovely fiance can't join us today because this weekend was the worst thing ever. So, you get to deal with just me," he said cheerfully. "And since we didn't get introductions last week, let's get some of those. And, I don't know, tell me something about relationships you want help with. If this is a Cosmo question, at least make it an interesting one. Or the kind that would get you kicked out of class in a normal school where you don't wake up with random amnesia."
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"Hello, I'm Parker, I really hope you meant to be here." She frowned a second and then said sternly, "If the moose sent you here against your will, you are free to leave. You don't have to humor the authorities. But I think you guys would get something out of this anyway."

Parker had sent out an email the night before, to meet in the Danger Shop today. And with Hardison's help, it was now a multi-layered playground of mats, rings, jungle gyms, hanging chains, and bouncy balls. The ceiling was open, with platforms staggering upward to a diving board onto a huge trampoline. Plus a smooshy ball-pit you could swing into on a rope.

All enhanced by being at half-gravity! Parker had been gleefully thrilled the day before to realize the potential in this for her class.

"Gymnastics is useful! It's good for your body, if you do it right, and don't break your face falling off a balance beam. It's good for your mind and your focus, if you don't pull a muscle in your butt. And it's good to impress people by putting your ankles behind your ears, like this." See?

"We'll get into more of that as the class goes on. And we're lucky! The Olympics are this year, so if they schedule stuff right, we might get a field trip to Rio to watch some of the events in August." Parker put her leg back down. "Today we're gonna start simple, with stretching. And some yoga poses. And me just generally figuring out how much help you're gonna need not to hurt yourself." She paused and added, "We'll use the rest of this equipment over the next few weeks, but if you want to explore it and ask for help today, I'm good with explaining."

"Oh! And if you don't know people, introduce yourself. Or don't. Or make up a name you want to be called, I have a few of those." She did a back-bend, then came up on her hands. "There's popcorn for everyone who at least tries. Sorry for last week, my boyfriend was a bear and we got distracted."

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"Hi, everybody!" Cecil said. "We've got all sorts of changes to talk about this week. Like, what happens if you lose all your memories? Or what happens when you get new ones? There's a whole thing about finding out you're not who you thought, and really, you don't have to get everything all dumped on you at once for that. Although I guess it helps, right?"

//That... really depends on the situation,// Jono replied, a bit more on the subdued side, today. //Dealing with memory loss can be stressful. Coming back from it isn't necessarily any easier. And the island will do more than simply take away your memories. We've had weekends where you'll have lived an entirely different life, and coming to grips with what you did as somebody else...//

Cut for rambling )

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