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fandomhigh2013-05-13 11:24 am
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Practical Philosophy, Monday
Ender had always preferred to teach his classes outside whenever possible. When it became obvious the morning would be a little chilly but not rainy, he posted a note on his designated classroom's door pointing all the students towards the dorm lawn.
He sat down on the grass out there, legs folded. By his side was a bag full of sandwiches, just in case any student had missed breakfast. And there he waited, quiet and patient, until everyone had arrived.
"You'll notice I didn't bring any books," he said, once they had. "Because despite what the title of this class might imply, I'm not actually here to tell you about Hegel or Kant and what they were thinking. They might come up, but if they do, it's because they have had interesting ideas that might be useful to us."
He stretched his legs out. "My name is Andrew Wiggin, though some people call me Ender," he said, "And I don't bring books here because I don't think they have all that many answers. I don't spite them for that, because I don't exactly have a lot of answers of my own. What I have are questions, which are far more useful in the long run. You can keep asking questions as the situation changes - answers tend to be the same thing no matter when you check up on them."
He smiled wryly.
"This class is about questions," he said. "And it's about opening a dialogue with those questions. Everyone here has sat through something in their life that they have questions about - though whether they want to admit that is another thing entirely. We're here to talk about those questions as they come up. No more, no less."
He tilted his chin up - maybe at Cade, maybe at nothing in particular. "Of course, that means I expect all of you to participate," he said. "You don't have to share about yourself if you absolutely don't want to, though I'll have you know that it helps. But I expect you to talk along. If you don't, I'm not going to apologize for the kinds of questions I'll ask. While we're at it, I also won't tolerate shaming anyone in this class for any reason."
Having said that, though, Ender's mouth quirked up. "Enough with the threats," he said. "I don't believe in classic introductions - I think I know what most of your names are, and I'll learn the ones that I don't, and what year you're in is of absolutely no concern to me."
"Let's open a dialogue instead," he finished. "For some of you, this is all new. How is it working for you? Are you elated? Annoyed? Don't want to be here? Achingly happy to be here? And for those of you who aren't - how has the past year treated you? Has there been anything that made you cry or made you think or made you wonder?"
"We can talk about that. Or we can talk about something else. I'm open to talking about anything, as long as you think it's worth questioning. Because you can assume from here on in that I really don't know a thing; but maybe by educating me, you can find something worth educating yourself about."
He sat down on the grass out there, legs folded. By his side was a bag full of sandwiches, just in case any student had missed breakfast. And there he waited, quiet and patient, until everyone had arrived.
"You'll notice I didn't bring any books," he said, once they had. "Because despite what the title of this class might imply, I'm not actually here to tell you about Hegel or Kant and what they were thinking. They might come up, but if they do, it's because they have had interesting ideas that might be useful to us."
He stretched his legs out. "My name is Andrew Wiggin, though some people call me Ender," he said, "And I don't bring books here because I don't think they have all that many answers. I don't spite them for that, because I don't exactly have a lot of answers of my own. What I have are questions, which are far more useful in the long run. You can keep asking questions as the situation changes - answers tend to be the same thing no matter when you check up on them."
He smiled wryly.
"This class is about questions," he said. "And it's about opening a dialogue with those questions. Everyone here has sat through something in their life that they have questions about - though whether they want to admit that is another thing entirely. We're here to talk about those questions as they come up. No more, no less."
He tilted his chin up - maybe at Cade, maybe at nothing in particular. "Of course, that means I expect all of you to participate," he said. "You don't have to share about yourself if you absolutely don't want to, though I'll have you know that it helps. But I expect you to talk along. If you don't, I'm not going to apologize for the kinds of questions I'll ask. While we're at it, I also won't tolerate shaming anyone in this class for any reason."
Having said that, though, Ender's mouth quirked up. "Enough with the threats," he said. "I don't believe in classic introductions - I think I know what most of your names are, and I'll learn the ones that I don't, and what year you're in is of absolutely no concern to me."
"Let's open a dialogue instead," he finished. "For some of you, this is all new. How is it working for you? Are you elated? Annoyed? Don't want to be here? Achingly happy to be here? And for those of you who aren't - how has the past year treated you? Has there been anything that made you cry or made you think or made you wonder?"
"We can talk about that. Or we can talk about something else. I'm open to talking about anything, as long as you think it's worth questioning. Because you can assume from here on in that I really don't know a thing; but maybe by educating me, you can find something worth educating yourself about."

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Her grasp on time wasn't the best, given everything, but Yeul thought it had been a bit of while since she had. Since the dungeons...?
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"It's nice seeing you, too," Sholeh said, giving Yeul a wan smile. It was very nice to see her, but Sholeh wasn't in the habit of smiling much recently. "Glad that classes have started?"
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"I think they will be interesting," Yeul said mildly, more concerned about the wanness of that smile, as concern made her smile falter. "Are you all right? Have you been ill?"
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"Ill? I--no, not really," Sholeh said, sitting down and trying to busy herself with her class supplies. "I just...haven't been out much recently. Haven't been really feeling myself."
Even skipped a few shifts at the library, Yeul! The library!
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Yeul watched Sholeh for a few seconds and then said, her voice very gentle, "If you wish to talk about it later," since class would be starting soon, "please let me know, Sholeh."
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Yes, please, could they? Sholeh hadn't really talked about much of anything to anyone recently, including her sisters, who had their own trauma from the even. The one time she had, it had been to a stranger wearing the face of her friend.
She was really starting to hate that.
"I wouldn't want to bore you..."
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At least he knew some of his classmates. That would help.
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"Good morning, Cassidy," he greeted.
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Please, pardon the little bit of fanboy gushing that was sneaking into his voice at that. It was just. Just... Dr. Banner.
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Also, an Avenger. Also, the Hulk. But Evan wasn't going to go shouting that off the rooftops or anything. It was always hard to say whether or not people were from a point in time when they were still clinging to that 'secret identity' thing and the like, after all, and he wanted to respect that.
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She searched for something smart to say, or useful, or anything to bridge the gap that she'd created between them. Nothing cam to mind.
"Hi?"
It was the best she could do.
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Hi, Sholeh.
"I mean... it's good to see you. I've missed you."
Their mutual hiding jags really hadn't been good for things like 'seeing one another' and 'talking.'
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Hiding. A lot.
"...Busy."
With hiding.
"I got your yearbook comment," she added, flushing a little. "It was sweet. I still have the certificate, too. Maybe we could go together sometime?"
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Well, they were having class outside. That was nearly the same thing.
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Not that Sholeh was fond of the heat, either. Freckled red-heads didn't take to the sun very well.
"But with class outside, maybe you could start bringing Ozzy."
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Of course, if Evan was bringing the dog to class, odds were that he was actively looking for a distraction.
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