Celtic Literature and Civilisation Lesson FIIK3

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

"Feasgar math, mo chlas," Camulus says when class begins. "We have some things to sort away before we begin the lesson." He consults the calendar on his desk (which doesn't happen to be the 'Men in Kilts' one. Not at all.) and double-checks. "Yes. We have five more classes, after this one, before the end of the term. One of these classes will be devoted to your final exam, which will take place on Monday, December 19th. The following Wednesday, if anyone's still here, you'll have a chance to review your exam and do whatever it is Tau'ri children typically do the last day of school. Which leaves us three classes all of next week. Which means you, my lovelies, have quite a bit of reading ahead of you if we are to finish the Tain. Means that for Monday's class you will have to read up to 'The Combat of Cur with Cuchulainn'. For Wednesday, up to 'The Combat of Ferdiad with Cuchulainn, so that you can have it read completely for Friday. In theory. Friday I will also give you a review for your exam." He pauses, as if unsure whether or not to mention the next item. "I apologise for my absence the last two classes. I've been making arrangements, negotiating my passage off this planet, finding somewhere to go. I'm leaving Fandom after this semester."

With that, he stands up, goes to the board, and begins writing down names and lecturing on the sections of the Tain covered so far.

[[Posted early because I actually have to read the Tain before my Celtic Lit exam tomorrow. No lecture for the same reason. I may be in and out later, depending on how my willpower holds up.]]

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[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

"When I am gone," he says softly and totally doesn't steal from CSI, "There will be no farewell party, no tearful goodbyes, no mourning. I can think of several students who would rather see me and my kind gone for good. Not that I can blame them. So Phoebe, you will have to try much, much harder to convince me to stay."

[[*sticks fingers in ears* La la la I'm not listening! *considers making Cammie do this* *decides she likes her brain unbroken*]]

[sensethevisions]

"Why would other students want to see you gone for good? Perhaps because they are uncouth and have no taste? Damn it Prof--Camulus! You're one of the last free-thinkers on the administration of this school. You give a damn about the students you teach and the subject of your classes. You teach in your way and you don't short-change your subject or your students." Phoebe is not thinking of begging him to stay, nope.


[[*giggles* *Tempts some more.* Phoebe says she'll help research more of his classes for him. He'd kill both of us if you made him do that.]]

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

He slowly shakes his head at her ardour. "This is the devotion that I could have used in my subjects once upon a time." He sighs. "Phoebe, a ghraidh, Fandom is a safe place for me. The universe is big and scary. Maybe there's nothing wrong in wanting to run and hide for a while." He smiles. Slightly. "I'll consider staying. I've already spoken to the Dean Principal about my resignation." He shakes his finger at her. "But if I stay, I am counting on you to fill this empty classroom. Or you'll wake up one morning like that." He jerks his thumb over his shoulder at the moose head hanging behind him.

[[I hate you with a thousand hates. Of hatefulness. And so does Camulus.]]

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe smiles a little bit.

"Please, stay, Professor Camulus? I'll make flyers and posters and threaten people into your classes next semester if I ahve to."


[[Nuh uh. You do so love me. :) You also know that I meant what I said in that I'd help. besides! You're doing classes with Cammie that I love and have always been interested in anyway. If you check Phoebe's LJ, you'll see the links list she has in case she needs reference points for Cammie's class.]]