Handling Your Powers, Tuesday

[not_a_whiner]

Kaidan hadn't bothered to stop by home on his way to class: it'd been out the portal and up to the school. He'd acquired a fresh new uniform at Alliance HQ; his bags, he'd dropped near his desk and kicked underneath.

"Hey," he said. "We've... been through a lot these past couple of months. Some of it in class, a lot of it... outside of class. I figure you've all been run through your paces enough that I don't need to see a direct demonstration, but the obstacle course is open for anyone who needs it."

"What I want you to do today is demonstrate how you've changed," he continued. "Whether that be by showing off on the range, telling the class, or writing me an essay. You've got options. Hell, if anyone here wants to lead the final physical session, be my guest. Today isn't about scoring grades. It's about seeing how far we've come."

Comments

Write an Essay

[not_a_whiner]

... or you can answer the questions on paper, so only Kaidan sees it.

Re: Write an Essay

[livebytherules.livejournal.com]

Will chose the essay topic because public speaking was never going to be a strong point. So, he wrote a few quick sentences about the fact that he was feeling a little more open and in control with his powers and was suffering less unease about using them after so long of not using them.

Re: Write an Essay

[genesishero]

Evan closed his eyes and sagged in the shoulders a little before deciding that there was no way he could say this aloud, in front of everyone.

His essay explained that he learned a lot about some of the limits of his powers, and even a good deal about control, and that this class was very helpful for learning how to use them practically.

It also explained that it had been a rough semester when it came to him using them confidently. There had been a future kid that had looked at him with hate and fear in her eyes, telling him that he'd killed her mother in cold blood after torturing her, making her his twisted toy. There had been another version of himself that barely had his head on his shoulders at the best of times, who had ripped wild animals apart in the streets when the island was flooded with zombies and dinos and bears.

It was a weird combination, simultaneously being more confident in his powers, and more afraid to have them.