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Philosophy classroom: Ethics class #4, Monday, 2-4pm

"Today's topic is power and responsibility, and I would like to remind you all that your grade comes from your discussion, not your presence. If you don't feel comfortable talking, write something down and hand it in to me. Being a silent warm body in the classroom is no different than not turning up."

[ooc: And I would remind you that I leave posts open for the whole week. If you post 'shows up and takes a seat' I know you're still alive, but you need to actually address the discussion topics to pass the class.]

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Maia's lip tremble and it takes her a moment to answer Evie, her words come out chocked. "I only meant that people who are superheros will always have more responsibilities then people who are not." Maia takes a breath and then crys a little more "I was j-just trying to explain that oridinary people don't deal with things that are terrible everyday like a superhero w-would." Maia gives up and laying her head on the desk weeping.

Evelyn hesitantly reached out to brush her hand over the other girl's back.

"Please, don't cry?"

Maia sat with her head down for a few more minutes her crying getting softer finally she looks up at Evelyn. "All I did was answer the question." She whispered her voice filled with tears. "I don't know what ordinary people face I don't understand and now Ms. Maclay is mad and Shane hates me and I still don't understand and I have detention now." The tears started in again and Maia swiped at them. "I-its not fair I thought we were allowed to say things i-in h-here." She looked at Evelyn helpless. "I just answered the question."

Evelyn nods.

"I think that after everyone has calmed down, you should talk to Professor Maclay."

Maia looked at the girl, she was nice and was not attacking Maia or accusing her at every turn. "Yeah." She nodded. "You understand my answer?" Maia looked at Evelyn her eyes pleading to be understood and not attacked.

"I think I do. I don't really understand the super hero or powers thing. I don't know what kinds of things you see, so the only experiences I can draw upon are my own."

Maia nodded. "I don't have experiences that are like, I hate the word ordinary, but like ordinary people I-I don't remember much about things before I was like this." Maia frowned. "Please help me understand, tell me something, an experience so I can understand this."

Tara shuts the Emo Closet door behind her (and yes, we've given up on the pretense of calling it a Time Out Room), and moves back to the circle of chairs.

Maia looks up at Tara, "May I say something Ms. Maclay?"

Tara nods. "Of course. But I'd appreciate it if you'd show a little more respect for your fellow students this time."

A few moments later, Shane steps out of the closet and shuts the door behind her. There are drying tear stains on her face and her hair is mussed, glasses sitting slightly askew on her nose. She adjusts them as she returns to her chair and sinks down into it in her usual slouch, though it's more from weariness than relaxation.

Maia cleared her throat breathing a little harder, her voice shaking. "I would like to apologize first to Shane, for having offended you. I know that your a nice person and that you help people as does everyone in this class. To the rest of the class I would like to apologize for my comments that offended you. I did not intend them to be viewed that way and I am very sorry that they were. I had no excuse to be rude to anyone one and most certainly not Ms. Maclay." Looks at Tara now "I am sorry to have been disrespectful, I was speaking from a place in which I have almost no memory of. I did not mean to speak out of turn or to speak to you in any manner other then that of a teacher asking a simple question." Maia's eyes start to tear up. "I-I am sorry and I- I will try very hard not offend anyone in this class again with thoughtless remarks on an area I am not acquainted with." Maia looks at Tara again tears falling, her heart aching from their conversation earlier in the day. "I am sorry for letting emotions cloud my reason Ms. Maclay. I am." Maia sat back down swiping at her tears staring at the desk top again.

Tara crosses to her desk, grabs a box of tissues, and passes them to Maia.

"It doesn't matter whether you're acquainted with the area or not, Maia," she says quietly. "Most of the people here who have powers have had them all their lives. You're not alone in that. But "lalalala about their daily lives" is incredibly condescending. 'Normal' people face untold tragedies every day, and they deal with the situations without precognition, without invulnerability... yes, there are people who ignore those in need. But to blankly tar everyone with the same brush because they're not 'special' is the worst kind of prejudice. I understand that you did not mean to be disrespectful... but you were. You may hold whatever opinion you like, but this class cannot function if people cannot speak. And when you present yourself as superior by wont of things you have no control of, it is no different than those who believe they are superior because of the colour of their skin, or the family of their birth. I won't tolerate it in this class."

Maia listens carefully to Tara's statement and nods. "Yes Ms. Maclay I do see your point and I have honestly never thought about it in those terms. I apologize again to the class for painting myself in that manner as that was not my intention." She looks at the class "I am sorry guys. I didn't mean to offended anyone and in the future I will refrain from doing so." Maia looks back down at her desk sad and humiliated.

"I appreciate your apology, Maia. Thank you."

Tara nods, and clears her throat, turning to the rest of the class. "Okay, anyone else have any thoughts about the discussion question?"

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