Nov 18, 2018 7:44:59 GMT -6
Post by Dr. Aries Marrow on Nov 18, 2018 7:44:59 GMT -6
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"A schema is a pattern of repeated actions. Clusters of schemas develop into later concepts" - Athey, 2007
These words would be scribbled on a blackboard in neat italic calligraphy, handwriting perfected after a century of practice. Situated in a relatively normal classroom, unlike many of the unique and extravagant rooms throughout the school. This had to be by far the most simplistic, approximately a thousand square feet. Filled with around twenty wooden desks, immaculately kept, not a single etching or doodle on them. To the left of the room an array of windows overlooking the courtyard, whilst the other walls bore framed excerpts of quotes. The back wall, was completely bare, purposely so. Whereas to the front of the class, there was the aforementioned blackboard. A mahogany desk and a large leather-coated office chair. Seated in which was their teacher, Dr Aries Marrow.
The Leshen was sat in his chair in an unnervingly still manner, the animalistic skull that was his face turned towards the pages of the open book held in his gloved right hand. The book entitled 'The Lucifer Effect' with a smaller font beneath it reading 'How good people turn evil'. It wasn't the first time he'd read this particular book, however, he had decided to engage in some light reading before his class arrived. He was wearing his usual black suit, one leg crossed over the other, and his free hand curled into a fist, resting against his bony chin.
It was the early afternoon, students would be milling in after lunch. Usually, this meant for some tardiness, but Dr Marrow was well expectant of that. There was also the more eager students who would arrive a few minutes early, keen to discover what his class would entail. It was an obscure subject after all, not as clear-cut as Combat Training or Culinary Class. As they enter the classroom, the students would find each desk labelled with a folded piece of cardboard. Each piece of cardboard was a unique colour and also had a word association with the colour.
On the cyan card, one would read unique.
On the blue card, one would read calm.
On the white card, one would read purity.
On the yellow card, one would read optimism.
And on each red card, one would read passion.
These colours had all been placed on a single desk each in a random placement, compiled from the colours the students had written down when they had signed up. Dr Aries waited patiently, as the students slowly began to mill into the room.
These words would be scribbled on a blackboard in neat italic calligraphy, handwriting perfected after a century of practice. Situated in a relatively normal classroom, unlike many of the unique and extravagant rooms throughout the school. This had to be by far the most simplistic, approximately a thousand square feet. Filled with around twenty wooden desks, immaculately kept, not a single etching or doodle on them. To the left of the room an array of windows overlooking the courtyard, whilst the other walls bore framed excerpts of quotes. The back wall, was completely bare, purposely so. Whereas to the front of the class, there was the aforementioned blackboard. A mahogany desk and a large leather-coated office chair. Seated in which was their teacher, Dr Aries Marrow.
The Leshen was sat in his chair in an unnervingly still manner, the animalistic skull that was his face turned towards the pages of the open book held in his gloved right hand. The book entitled 'The Lucifer Effect' with a smaller font beneath it reading 'How good people turn evil'. It wasn't the first time he'd read this particular book, however, he had decided to engage in some light reading before his class arrived. He was wearing his usual black suit, one leg crossed over the other, and his free hand curled into a fist, resting against his bony chin.
It was the early afternoon, students would be milling in after lunch. Usually, this meant for some tardiness, but Dr Marrow was well expectant of that. There was also the more eager students who would arrive a few minutes early, keen to discover what his class would entail. It was an obscure subject after all, not as clear-cut as Combat Training or Culinary Class. As they enter the classroom, the students would find each desk labelled with a folded piece of cardboard. Each piece of cardboard was a unique colour and also had a word association with the colour.
On the cyan card, one would read unique.
On the blue card, one would read calm.
On the white card, one would read purity.
On the yellow card, one would read optimism.
And on each red card, one would read passion.
These colours had all been placed on a single desk each in a random placement, compiled from the colours the students had written down when they had signed up. Dr Aries waited patiently, as the students slowly began to mill into the room.
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