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Ethics class, 2-4pm Monday afternoon

Tara leans against her desk, smiling as she watches the students come in. Some of the faces she recognises, and gives a nod. The room is filled with soft, comfortable chairs, which are positioned in a circle. Each chair has a wooden insert in one arm, to lean on while writing, and each wooden insert has a blank piece of paper on it.

When everyone has taken their seats, Tara begins.

"The first rule of ethics class is that you do not talk about things that happen inside of ethics class. The second rule of ethics class is that you do not talk about things that happen inside of ethics class. Allow me to clarify: you may discuss your revelations, challenge your friends and mock the teacher all you like. But if anything said inside this class is ever used against another member of it, you will answer to me, personally. You will have the opportunity to explain yourself before I drag you before Principal Connor. This class cannot function if people are afraid to speak."

She looks around the classroom, stopping briefly on each face. "This school is very unusual. Yes, obviously the squid is a bit odd, but what's more interesting to me is that there are individuals sitting in this room" she nods to Angelus, "who identify themselves as evil. That, ladies and gentlemen, is what the first section of the course will be discussing. Evil, good, and what makes the difference between the two. Your evil classmates have perspectives you need to think about and consider. Don't ignore them in a mistaken belief that they have no ethics."

"Each class runs for two hours. Ordinarily this will be broken up into two sections: discussion and debate - today, however, there will be two discussion sections instead. The majority of your assessment will come through your involvement in class discussions. Every student is expected to participate every week. If you are painfully shy, write your thoughts down and hand them in to me. If I don't know what you're thinking, you don't get credit for it. After this week a formal debate will be held once a week. For those of you unfamiliar with debating, this means two teams of three students taking opposing sides on an issue determined by me. You will each be expected to debate three times during the term, with a week's notice to prepare for each one. If I don't get enough volunteers, I will volunteer someone. At the end of semester a practical exam will be held. This will assess not what you choose to do, but how accurately you have come to an understanding of your own ethical code. I expect you to be honest with yourselves."

"Friday and Monday classes are identical. Please feel free to switch between them if you have commitments that interfere with your regular attendance."

"I will want two teacher's assistants for this course, whose function it is to prompt discussion and challenge your thinking. These students will be expected to attend both Monday and Friday classes. Today's discussion will serve as your audition. TAs are expected to prompt discussion and challenge other students to analyse their own responses as well as the tasks expected of any other student. If you are interested, please say so on your paper, or see me after class."

[OOC: Class will be open for responses for the next week, for those who need to slowplay. For those of you who read Friday's class, this speech is not directly cribbed. That would be totally irresponsible. I made two changes.]

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Yeah, well I'm pretty atypical.

*shrugs*

I don't know. Hypocrisy, maybe, or willing self-deception.

"How about betrayal?" Angelus asked, out of geniune curiosity.

*rubs chin*

It would depend on the kind of betrayal, and the degree in which it ended up endagering or hurting me.

Angelus nodded his agreement. "You'd think if nothing else an agreement to be on the same page with somebody would be the be-all end-all of good vs. evil actions. But on the other hand I've been betrayed plenty of times and can't say it much bothered me. Made for an annoying afternoon, sure, but nothing you can't live through."

*shrugs*

Any betrayal you can live through is one you can exact some form of vengeance for.

"And sometimes vengeance can be fun."

Indeed. Right at this moment I'm working on a plan of vengeance against Coach Ash.

"What'd he do?"

Pranced around naked in front of art class. It was... unpleasant. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/227082.html)

Angelus made a face of disgust. "Yeah, I can see why you'd want revenge after that. Also some bleach for your eyes, maybe."

I was about this far from gouging out my own eyes. Luckily Jake and I managed to escape about the time Ash started singing.

"Naked and singing? Now I want to be blind and deaf with you."

~~[ooc: Hee! When's art class? Perhaps he could pass by the hallway if it's not against his schedule]~~

And dancing. I'm seriously starting to regret taking that class.

"I'm seriously starting to be glad that I didn't." Angelus winced, covering his eyes. "Oh God. Now I'm imagining the bouncing..."

~~[ooc: No class conflict so he could plausibly pass by. Sadly can't find a way for him to plausibly talk to Ash. But nothing saying he's not walking by the hallway, right?]~~

It was actually more of a spinning.

*headdesks*

And I can't withdraw, because guess who decided it's be a good idea to sign up as TA?

"Ew," Angelus winced. "And ouch. You should've gone with this class. I'm doing the TA thing here. Or I will be if my little catfight with Buffy doesn't knock me out of the running."

~~[ooc: heh heh heh. If I've got time during the day I'll have him poke his head in]~~

Tara looks over at Angelus and winks, shaking her head very slightly.

Angelus grinned. He scribbled a note, then held it up so only Tara could see You said you wanted me to challenge the other students.

Tara looked over at the paper, and walked away. She returned moments later, a dropped a piece of folded paper on his desk. Inside was a shiny gold star.

Angelus grinned and put the paper into his pocket. He blew Tara a kiss.

Tara blushed furiously and crossed the opposite side of the classroom to engage enother student.

It was the extra credit that got me. Damn extra credit.

"Extra credit and being able to drop Bio," Angelus said. "What's not to love?"

Teach seems pretty cool too. And I doubt you're going to be relegated to Coffee Slave any time soon.

"I get to insult - I mean challenge my fellow classmates and earn course credit," Angelus said. "It's a job I can learn to love. ~~Also I don't play slave unless somebody's wearing leather and promising good orgasms out of it.~~"

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