Philosophy, class #1: Intro
Who: Bill and students (plus maybe some crashers)
What: Philosophy
Where: Philosophy class room ... somewhere
When: Future-dated to Monday
Warnings: Should be pretty tame unless some riled up classgoers come in and curse the place up. So, to be safe, Mature for language.
[Bill struts into the room a good 5-minutes late for class. Oops, that hangover doesn't feel too good, but he's trying to keep it together for his first class meeting, gawsh.]
[As he rubs his temples and walks behind his desk, plops a handful of syllabuses at the front of the desk.]
S'up, guys? I'm Professor (hehe) Bill Grey. Those [gesturing to the pile of papers he just plopped down] are your syllabuses to give you an idea of what you're getting yourselves into in this class. Go ahead and pass 'em around.
[As they began to do so, he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples. Damn, this was one bogus headache.] Um, your homework is to, like, read that in your spare time and come to me if you have questions, dudes. No big. Just do it. The due dates in that list are non-negotiable, so have your papers in on time.
[He took a swig out of his water battle, clearly feeling under the weather and just not up to doing the boring old "first day is easy" shit Headmaster had encouraged him to do.]
SO. Uh... so. Class discussion: What defines absolute? What qualifies as absolute? How do you know it's absolute? Speak up and discuss it. I'll try and direct the discussion. Ow. [He rubs his temples again and closes his eyes, clearly not thrilled about attending this class. He'll have to learn not do go drinking Sunday nights from here on out.]
[He snaps his fingers at some of the students reading over the syllabus already.]
What: Philosophy
Where: Philosophy class room ... somewhere
When: Future-dated to Monday
Warnings: Should be pretty tame unless some riled up classgoers come in and curse the place up. So, to be safe, Mature for language.
[Bill struts into the room a good 5-minutes late for class. Oops, that hangover doesn't feel too good, but he's trying to keep it together for his first class meeting, gawsh.]
[As he rubs his temples and walks behind his desk, plops a handful of syllabuses at the front of the desk.]
S'up, guys? I'm Professor (hehe) Bill Grey. Those [gesturing to the pile of papers he just plopped down] are your syllabuses to give you an idea of what you're getting yourselves into in this class. Go ahead and pass 'em around.
[As they began to do so, he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples. Damn, this was one bogus headache.] Um, your homework is to, like, read that in your spare time and come to me if you have questions, dudes. No big. Just do it. The due dates in that list are non-negotiable, so have your papers in on time.
[He took a swig out of his water battle, clearly feeling under the weather and just not up to doing the boring old "first day is easy" shit Headmaster had encouraged him to do.]
SO. Uh... so. Class discussion: What defines absolute? What qualifies as absolute? How do you know it's absolute? Speak up and discuss it. I'll try and direct the discussion. Ow. [He rubs his temples again and closes his eyes, clearly not thrilled about attending this class. He'll have to learn not do go drinking Sunday nights from here on out.]
[He snaps his fingers at some of the students reading over the syllabus already.]