[EVENT 1] Welcome to the opening ceremony!
Who: All students
Where: Hetalia U Sports Auditorium then the football field
When: A few days before classes officially begin
What: Opening ceremony and mingle time!
Can other people participate? Of course!
Summary: It's that time of the year again. New students may look forward to it, old students almost always dread it, but it's still mandatory: the yearly school opening speech from the university's eccentric headmaster.
A low murmur echoed throughout the auditorium as the students grew more and more restless in their seats. The so-called opening ceremony was due to start at eleven, and it was exactly a minute 'til. Some students had been there for at least twenty, hoping to get the seats closest to the exits so that they could make their escape as soon as the yearly speech was over. After a few moments, the buzz of conversation growing louder all the while, a man stepped out from behind the doors near the bottom of the stands and made his way to the podium in the center of the expansive room. He was a rather large man (both in size and in stature) and his short hair seemed to have a mind of its own, with rogue stray curls sticking up and out of his head every which way. He stepped up to the podium and took a minute to survey the students sitting in the stands surrounding him before clearing his throat and leaning into the microphone.
"Ladies and gents. Greetings. Well done. You’ve made your way through years of grueling discipline and pretentious pedagogy to end up here, at Hetalia University. Believe me when I say that the educational methods with which you have been so far familiarized have ended, yes, at the door of the auditorium that you just entered-unless, of course, you return to us, luckily having not flunked out of your previous year. In that case, welcome back. Do not make this place hell for the younger students. You will hear from me. You have chosen your classes, hopefully; if you have not, you must speak to any available adviser as quickly as possible.
Our campus is easily navigable; its circular plan divides edifices into five clear quarters. There will be maps readily available during your first week here; if you become lost, do not hesitate to send a signal. We have attempted to make this world community as internationally-friendly as is possible; any reports of race-associated animosity will be dealt with swiftly. Of course, the same pertains to issues of gender, social status, sexuality, opinions, and general ass-headedness. You are all, hopefully, adults. You are aware of the level of maturity that is expected of you. You are aware that, on this campus, you will be hard-pressed to find someone that hails from the same background; you are encouraged to open your minds and explore other students’ cultures. This is one step on your way to worldwide consciousness. Please make the best of it.
He took this moment to pause and let out a little sigh before relaxing. A playful grin lit up his face, and he clapped his hands several times as he hopped off the podium and walked around to the front of it.
"In an effort to kick this quarter off to the best start, the university has, for the first time, sponsored a picnic in an effort to help you students reach out and communicate with one another before classes actually begin," He all but shouted, making sure that even the students in the back could hear him. "After all, it would be nice to potentially know at least one friendly face in your classes, yes? There is food and drinks, non-alcoholic for the underage, sorry," he waggled his finger, "available for everyone and we encourage you to mingle."
After another short pause, Professor Pangaea twirled his hand and leaned forward into a small bow, idly wondering if any of the students would pick up on his lack of introduction.
Where: Hetalia U Sports Auditorium then the football field
When: A few days before classes officially begin
What: Opening ceremony and mingle time!
Can other people participate? Of course!
Summary: It's that time of the year again. New students may look forward to it, old students almost always dread it, but it's still mandatory: the yearly school opening speech from the university's eccentric headmaster.
A low murmur echoed throughout the auditorium as the students grew more and more restless in their seats. The so-called opening ceremony was due to start at eleven, and it was exactly a minute 'til. Some students had been there for at least twenty, hoping to get the seats closest to the exits so that they could make their escape as soon as the yearly speech was over. After a few moments, the buzz of conversation growing louder all the while, a man stepped out from behind the doors near the bottom of the stands and made his way to the podium in the center of the expansive room. He was a rather large man (both in size and in stature) and his short hair seemed to have a mind of its own, with rogue stray curls sticking up and out of his head every which way. He stepped up to the podium and took a minute to survey the students sitting in the stands surrounding him before clearing his throat and leaning into the microphone.
"Ladies and gents. Greetings. Well done. You’ve made your way through years of grueling discipline and pretentious pedagogy to end up here, at Hetalia University. Believe me when I say that the educational methods with which you have been so far familiarized have ended, yes, at the door of the auditorium that you just entered-unless, of course, you return to us, luckily having not flunked out of your previous year. In that case, welcome back. Do not make this place hell for the younger students. You will hear from me. You have chosen your classes, hopefully; if you have not, you must speak to any available adviser as quickly as possible.
Our campus is easily navigable; its circular plan divides edifices into five clear quarters. There will be maps readily available during your first week here; if you become lost, do not hesitate to send a signal. We have attempted to make this world community as internationally-friendly as is possible; any reports of race-associated animosity will be dealt with swiftly. Of course, the same pertains to issues of gender, social status, sexuality, opinions, and general ass-headedness. You are all, hopefully, adults. You are aware of the level of maturity that is expected of you. You are aware that, on this campus, you will be hard-pressed to find someone that hails from the same background; you are encouraged to open your minds and explore other students’ cultures. This is one step on your way to worldwide consciousness. Please make the best of it.
He took this moment to pause and let out a little sigh before relaxing. A playful grin lit up his face, and he clapped his hands several times as he hopped off the podium and walked around to the front of it.
"In an effort to kick this quarter off to the best start, the university has, for the first time, sponsored a picnic in an effort to help you students reach out and communicate with one another before classes actually begin," He all but shouted, making sure that even the students in the back could hear him. "After all, it would be nice to potentially know at least one friendly face in your classes, yes? There is food and drinks, non-alcoholic for the underage, sorry," he waggled his finger, "available for everyone and we encourage you to mingle."
After another short pause, Professor Pangaea twirled his hand and leaned forward into a small bow, idly wondering if any of the students would pick up on his lack of introduction.