fandomhigh | Ethics, Wednesday, September 4, 2019 [1st period]

Anakin swept into the classroom precisely on time, making sure the door slammed shut behind him thanks to a little nudge from the Force.

Hopefully everyone was already awake and not hungover because that noise was loud.

"I am Anakin Skywalker," he said, Jedi robes swirling ~~overdramatically~~ ~~Snape-like~~ around his ankles, "and this is Ethics class." His eyes roamed the room. "It's nice to see some familiar faces because this is a class that is always relevant. Ethics--your personal moral principles--can evolve over time, and something you find unthinkable one year might become routine in another. The point of this class is to examine where your own personal line is before you are faced with a dilemma in the real world, panic, and make a wrong choice."

Like, say, turn to the Dark Side and kill a whole lot of people. For decades. Theoretically.

"Traditionally, the first week of classes is devoted to introductions," Anakin concluded. "So today I want your name and the second worst decision you've made. The one that makes you wince internally when you are trying to go to sleep at night and your brain is playing the greatest hits of the stupd things you've done."

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"I'm Eleanor Shellstrop," she said holding her temples with her fingers because otherwise she would be pretty sure her brain would explode otherwise. "And other than this hangover right now, I would say my second biggest mistake was taking an ambien and then playing with a hamster. Unless you want to squick out the rest of the class I would not go into further details."

Please. For the love of god. Stop swishing that cloak so loudly.

"Sounds like a bad choice," Anakin agreed loudly. "What did you learn from it?"

There was a distinct shudder as Anakin's voice echoed through Eleanor's ears.

"Going to a pet store while tripping balls is not a good idea," she groaned. "Especially if you are a hamster."

"Did you make amends to the hamster?" Anakin asked. "Or the store owner?"

That elicited a small snort of amusement from the hungover Eleanor. She immediately regretted making that noise.

"Um. No. There was no way to mend that hamster at all," Eleanor replied. "I don't even remember the store. Or the owner. Nope. No amending or mending. Just mendless."

"Do you feel guilty about it?" Anakin asked, "or is this more of a story to tell at parties?"

"Aw, man. Are you shirting me?" Eleanor groaned. Being hungover was one thing but guilty introspection was just an ugly smack in the face. "Yeah, whatever. I feel bad for the forking hamster. Okay?"

Hey technically she can't get in trouble thanks to the profanity filter. Thanks magical forking island!

"Okay," Anakin said, privately wondering why teenage slang was so weird all the time.

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