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fandomhigh2016-07-05 07:26 am
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Coping With Change - Tuesday, Period One
"Hello, everybody!" Cecil beamed and waved at the students.
//Ah, hello class,// Jono echoed, looking a little less enthusiastic but no less comfortable at the front of the room, fire and all. He didn't wave, just sort of gave a nod of his head. //Welcome to Coping With Change. I'm Jonothon, please, just call me Jon or Jono. 'Professor' is somebody else.//
"And I'm Cecil. You can call me Cecil, I suppose," Cecil said. "We're here to teach you all sorts of things about coping with change, and hopefully it'll be really useful." He had pulled the obvious straw for this class.
Jono gave Cecil an amused side-eye before deciding to pull the other straw and kick into a proper lecture.
//If you're in our class, it's probably likely that you've been through some manner of extreme change, or you're expecting one in the future. Maybe you're taking this class as a precaution, just in case something happens down the road. Or,// he sounded a touch wry, //you're here because of an office mix-up. Those happen. You're welcome to swap out if you feel as though you're in the wrong class, though it might be worth sticking around all the same. You never know; you might learn something.//
"And really, who doesn't have some sort of weird changes in their life, right?" Cecil asked. "I mean, there's puberty, and extra limbs, and city-wide calamities, and all sorts of things every year. It couldn't hurt to learn how to deal with them."
... The hell of it was, Jono could only just nod his agreement to that one. The other school he taught at had basically all of those things on a regular basis.
//For the duration of this class, you can expect not only theory, but also candid discussion as to how that theory can be applied to your own personal situations. Cecil and I won't require you to share anything sensitive with the room at large, though of course you're welcome to contribute to the conversations with personal experience if you feel comfortable doing so. And if you don't but you'd still like somebody to talk to who might be outside of your situations, Cecil and I are both willing to make the time. I even keep rum on hand to bribe the squirrels for privacy, if you'd rather things not end up in the morning gossip.//
Whereas Cecil was likely to broadcast everything. Not that he was on radio at the moment. It was habit.
"So let's start by finding out who we all are!" Cecil said. "Well, who everybody else is. Unless you don't know who you are, either, in which case, just give us a name to call you by until you figure it out."
//If you'd like to share with us your reasons for taking this class, or any changes that you've been through or are expecting to go through that you'd like to be able to apply this to, please, feel free, but don't feel as though you have to, either. And before anybody asks, no, the telepathic speech doesn't mean I'm reading anybody's minds.//
Look, he got that question at least once or twice a year. Better to cut it off at the pass now.
"Or me," Cecil added. "That would just be rude." Also impossible. But still worth stating.
[OOC: Open!]
//Ah, hello class,// Jono echoed, looking a little less enthusiastic but no less comfortable at the front of the room, fire and all. He didn't wave, just sort of gave a nod of his head. //Welcome to Coping With Change. I'm Jonothon, please, just call me Jon or Jono. 'Professor' is somebody else.//
"And I'm Cecil. You can call me Cecil, I suppose," Cecil said. "We're here to teach you all sorts of things about coping with change, and hopefully it'll be really useful." He had pulled the obvious straw for this class.
Jono gave Cecil an amused side-eye before deciding to pull the other straw and kick into a proper lecture.
//If you're in our class, it's probably likely that you've been through some manner of extreme change, or you're expecting one in the future. Maybe you're taking this class as a precaution, just in case something happens down the road. Or,// he sounded a touch wry, //you're here because of an office mix-up. Those happen. You're welcome to swap out if you feel as though you're in the wrong class, though it might be worth sticking around all the same. You never know; you might learn something.//
"And really, who doesn't have some sort of weird changes in their life, right?" Cecil asked. "I mean, there's puberty, and extra limbs, and city-wide calamities, and all sorts of things every year. It couldn't hurt to learn how to deal with them."
... The hell of it was, Jono could only just nod his agreement to that one. The other school he taught at had basically all of those things on a regular basis.
//For the duration of this class, you can expect not only theory, but also candid discussion as to how that theory can be applied to your own personal situations. Cecil and I won't require you to share anything sensitive with the room at large, though of course you're welcome to contribute to the conversations with personal experience if you feel comfortable doing so. And if you don't but you'd still like somebody to talk to who might be outside of your situations, Cecil and I are both willing to make the time. I even keep rum on hand to bribe the squirrels for privacy, if you'd rather things not end up in the morning gossip.//
Whereas Cecil was likely to broadcast everything. Not that he was on radio at the moment. It was habit.
"So let's start by finding out who we all are!" Cecil said. "Well, who everybody else is. Unless you don't know who you are, either, in which case, just give us a name to call you by until you figure it out."
//If you'd like to share with us your reasons for taking this class, or any changes that you've been through or are expecting to go through that you'd like to be able to apply this to, please, feel free, but don't feel as though you have to, either. And before anybody asks, no, the telepathic speech doesn't mean I'm reading anybody's minds.//
Look, he got that question at least once or twice a year. Better to cut it off at the pass now.
"Or me," Cecil added. "That would just be rude." Also impossible. But still worth stating.
[OOC: Open!]
Re: Talk to the Teachers
//Well... if she gives you any more trouble, don't hesitate to let me know,// Jono said, gravely. //You weren't entirely in your right mind at the time, and while I don't pretend to understand your world's law, here you're my student.//
There was a sort of ferocity in that, a flash in Jonothon's eyes that wouldn't stand to see Anders dragged off again if there was anything he could do to help it.
He softened again after a moment, but there was still a firmness in his tone as he spoke again, //I'm sorry for your loss, Anders. You're a good man, and grief can make people do insane things. I've been there. I do understand. What's important now is that you're here, you're as well as can be expected, and you understand what it was you were about to do.//
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He half-smiled. "Somehow, I feel lucky to have you looking out for me. Even if I'm not doing such a great job of it myself."
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He crossed his arms over his chest, regarding Anders thoughtfully.
//And... you're always welcome to come talk, if things feel too heavy. If you have a moment when the temptation overrides your better judgement again. This isn't the sort of thing you should have to shoulder on your own, Anders. It isn't the sort of thing that anybody should have to shoulder alone.//
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"They tested me while I was away," he said suddenly, half as a reassurance. "It's called the Harrowing. The idea is you go up against demons to test yourself. I won, if that makes you trust me any more."
They'd kept him locked up anyhow. But that hadn't been a suprise.
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Rescuing Alluka had been rough. Rapture, on the other hand, had been pure hell. He figured he already knew Anders' measure as a man. And now he knew how deeply his hurts could run, too.
//That said... I'm proud of you, mate. If I'd known they were going to test you, I still wouldn't have had a doubt that you could win.//
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More sincerely, he added, "And thank you. I'll try to live up to that."
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//I think you can do it,// he said again, because it seemed like the sort of thing that couldn't possibly be said enough. //And if you've ever got doubts of your own, come find me. We can talk any time. Try to find perspective. Help you find your feet again.//
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He stepped back. "I'll see you in class next week, if I don't track you down first."
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//I should be fairly easy to find if need be,// he noted. //Here, Groovy Tunes, my office, or at home. And if all else fails, I do answer my phone. But in the meantime, take care, mate. Glad to have you back.//
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