Controversial Social Issues Class

[axelgreysein]

Well... this is the big day.

With a flick of one plastic switch against a metallic base, the lights flashed on in the large room. It had a very calm feel to it, this room did, with its chocolate brown and black-speckled marble floor and its lighter chocolate mousse colored walls. The desks themselves were white, as was most of the furnishing in this particular room. The tall red-headed man gazed into his room, his very own room, a broad grin on his sleek face. Nothin' like home sweet home, he proclaimed to himself as he stepped inside, his high quality Nike shoes tapping on the floor as he entered. He took in a deep breath - oh, the smell of this place - and stood beside his desk, looking up at the Smart Board that covered most of the front wall of the room. A projector hung from the ceiling, pointed at the board that held in its tray a variety of markers. He set down his laptop bag in his chair and thought of how to start off with the preparations.

Axel grabbed the remote on the corner of his desk and aimed it at the projector. A small beep was heard and he set the remote back down, allowing the projector to warm up. He took off his yellow, white, and black jacket, laying it over the back of his chair. He stood for a moment, he in his white tee shirt and silky silver basketball shorts, running his hands back through his hair. Got to prepare, he told himself, glancing around the room. In the back, on a long black table, were a couple of stacks of papers, some explaining the course for the young and possibly clueless first years, some explaining his own rules and expectations for the class, and then pocket planners. He, personally, believed that if his students were to succeed, they should use proper planning tools. He didn't expect them to use them - and he wasn't going to be a hard-arse about it - but he thought he'd appreciate the notion once the work started piling up.

This was college, Axel knew. His students shouldn't expect an easy first day. Admittedly, Axel had a lot that he'd need to do with his students; however, he wasn't going to wear them out on the first day. He didn't believe in that. He turned back to his desk and looked in the center beside a pen and pencil holder; sure enough, there lay an envelope containing a list of the first-day students. He snatched it up in his hands and opened it, glancing over the list before setting it back down on his desk. He pulled his laptop out of his back and pulled a cord out of the side pocket, attaching one end of the cord to the laptop and another end of the cord to an outlet in the wall that lead up to the projector. Axel opened his laptop and immediately what was displayed on his laptop was displayed on the Smart Board in the front of his room. He scrolled through the programs to find the pre-installed attendance and grade sheet; he quickly input his students' names, then exxed out of the program and found the first day PowerPoint Presentation he'd prepared.

He walked casually to the back of the room and grabbed up one of the stacks of paper, the course syllabus, laying out the number required so that each of his students would receive one. He did the same with his class expectations, and the same with the planner. At that point he looked around, pleased with his work. His eyes flickered to the digital clock just above the door he'd entered through; he still had nearly half an hour. He'd gotten done quicker than he'd expect. Shrugging, he strode up to the board, grabbing the black "marker" and drawing his name out on the board. Smart Boards were an interesting thing; they used sensors to tell which marker you'd selected - the pens didn't really have ink - and when you put pressure with the pen on any part of the board, the computer drew right where you'd just touched it. If no pens were selected and you tapped with your finger, the cursor of the computer would follow your finger. Hopefully this batch of students was as amused as last year's had been.

With nothing left to do that he could remember, Axel stepped outside the room, leaning against the door frame and sliding his hands into his pockets, waiting for his students to enter. When a sufficient amount had come, he would begin class. He didn't mind if any students were late today; after all, it was the first day and Kingdom University was a pretty big place. He was sure he'd find it in himself to forgive them for just one day.

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ooc ;;

those of you who join after I have posted with Axel again,
you may feel free to pretend that your character has already arrived or
that they've come in late; it's up to you.

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[Sora Yosuke Hiroaki]

Sora Hiroaki;

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[atrb=style, background: #b2c7d6; padding: 8px;-webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6] Not good, not good! Sora was late on his first day of classes—a horrible start to the day usually meant that the rest of the day would just be going downhill from there and he dreaded the thought. He had never been a particularly punctual student back in high school but he’d always tried his hardest to get to class on time, it was just that things usually got in his way—someone congratulating him on leading his soccer team to victory [again], food, or a pretty girl who had stopped to talk to him. Unfortunately [or fortunately, depending on how you looked at the situation] none of those things had been the intervening factors in his morning routine which had caused him to be late his first day of class. In truth his alarm clock had decided not to go off that morning and he suspected his roommate may have had something to do with that, but he had no real evidence so there was nothing he could do about it now. After rushing around his room to find a pair of clean blue jeans and a white t-shirt, Sora was out of there, rushing down to—oh shit, where was his first class again? And what was his first class? He paused, swinging his bookbag off of his shoulders and unzipping it quickly, rummaging inside for his class schedule. Notebook, pens, books… where was it…?! He bit his tongue, squinting his eyes in concentration even though doing so had no effect on whether he’d find the item in question quicker or not. Sora let out a triumphant ‘aha!’ when his fingers curled around the worn paper edges of his schedule, pulling it out quickly and scanning it over. “Golisano, Controversial Social Issues…right, okay. Now…where is Golisano again? Ughh, I can’t believe this, first day and I’m late to class…and lost, just great.” Glancing around frantically for a few moments, his bright eyes landed on a sign outside of a very business-like building that read Golisano. “Great!” An eager grin tugged at his lips and he sped off in the direction of the building, pushing open the doors and bounding inside. He found his class and slipped in through the door, only 5 minutes late. Well, it could’ve been worse he supposed. Sora ran a hand through his unkempt brunet spikes—in all his rushing around that morning he hadn’t had the time to comb it. Quickly, he ran both hands through his hair to attempt to tame his messy spikes, or at least smooth out the stray hairs. “Sorry I’m late, Professor.” He quickly apologized before finding a seat near the back of the class and dropping his bookbag beside the legs of his chair, plopping down in his seat.	[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;]
[atrb=style, background: #b2c7d6; padding: 8px;-webkit-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.6] Tagged: Axel & the class Wordcount: idk xD Notes: :3 Credit: JADE of FD & KU

[takehiroryuga]

Takehiro quietly walked to class as he did in high school and middle school before that. He had been here the night before and mapped out the place using his brother's computer equipment. It was easy to find the place, but he was going to be late. His little scouting mission took up amost all of his sleeping time, and he woke up late for it. Takehiro let out a deep sigh. Oh well, he would not be late tomorrow.

He entered the Golisano building as quietly as he had been walking. He observed that the halls were relatively empty. He must be late.
Hm... it may be best to find a shortcut next time.
He dropped his books after colliding with a wall.
Great...
He kicked each book up with his right foot in unison and caught them with his arms. He checked the clock in the hallway. He was six minutes late. Oh well, hopefully the professor would not be too mad by him. He saw what looked like to be the professor leaning against the wall outside.
Cool hair.
He waved at his professor with as a friendly a way as he could muster with his cumbersome books. Perhaps, he should invest in a backpack or something to that effect. He almost dropped his books again, and he gasped and caught the slipping books with his left foot. He hopped into the class on the one foot not holding something and basically dropped his books on the desk.
"Sorry I am late, Professor; I woke up late." He sat down in the chair and brought his knees up to his chest as if he was sulking about something.
"Hello, sir, I am Takehiro Ryuga."
He twiddled his fingers a bit, waiting for the other students to arrive. Then after a few seconds of thinking, He carefully organized his books from smallest to largest and took out his bag of writing utensils. He placed three pencils of equal size on the desk in front of his books. He zipped up his bag and put it in his pocket, as was his custom. He ran his fingers through his hair, wiping off the tiny beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead. He began thinking of his other classes. As his major, Developmental Psychology seemed the most fun. He wondered when the soccer team was going to meet as well. He was rather excited about his schedule for the day.

[ryuzakiryuga]

Takehiro....
Ryuzaki was not happy with his brother, who had forgotten to wake him up. Great, now he would be late to one of the two classes he had with his odd-sitting brother. He chose the class; because he did not want to be left alone. He knew what he would do without his brother, and he knew it may get him punched someday. For now, he had to get to the Golisano building. What was sad, they had not even moved into their dorm yet, for Takehiro had kept them up scouting the area. He knew how Takehiro was with new places. He would have to make sure Takehiro was satisfied with their map tonight. He found the building, finally. Crap, he was late. Tonight, he is buying an alarm clock. Luckliy, the Controversial Social Issues classroom was easy enough to find. He saw someone leaning against the wall near the door. He was probably the professor.
I like the hair.
"Hello, professor, I am sorry that I am late. My brother did not wake me up as was hs job."
Satisfied with what would probably be his only words to the professor all day, he took his place in the desk next to Takehiro, who was stacking his books as he always did. Ryuzaki simply placed his on the floor to the right of his desk. He put one of the pencils he kept in his pocket on the desk in front of him. The pencil began rolling, and Ryuzaki spastically caught it.
"Ah, stay."
He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his PDA. He checked his schedule for the day and found that he had art club immediately after his last class. That was good, for he was actually loking forward to Art club. Unfortunately, he was not looking forward to the people IN the art club, or any class or club in general. Takehiro would probably be the only person he would have a conversation with today. He silently put his PDA in his poclet and silently waited for the teacher to begin class.

[Shouta Kurosawa]

Minato had to admit, this campus was damn huge. Honestly, he didn't expect himself to be early, or even on time, to any of his classes. Actually, he would probably never be early or on time for his classes, just to bug the crap out of his new professors. The first day was never exciting, though. All the professors actually expected the students to be late and there was no fun in it. Hopefully as the year went on, things would be more entertaining.

He had a school map, and it took a few minutes to locate the Golisano building. He naturally simply ignored his surroundings, not that there was too much to deter him from his destination. He wasn't someone who expected random shouts from people he did or didn't know, and once people got to know him, well, he'd be surprised if they'd want to be in the same class as him.

It wasn't as if Minato actually caused any kind of serious harm to anyone, he just enjoyed playing tricks on people and getting on their nerves. Everyone's reaction is different, and that's the real fun of it. Well, and their annoyed expressions were always amusing. Unless someone was a complete idiot and didn't notice all he did, he was sure he'd make quite a pot of enemies and not so many friends.

After about ten minutes of deciphering the map, he finally found the Golisano building.

"Took me long enough," he muttered to himself as he entered the building. He folded up his map and stuck it in his pocket for later. If he lost it, he might as well skip all his classes all together.

Minato found the room quite easily. The large man with red hair leaning against the door was a dead giveaway. Or at least it set the room apart from all the others. As he walked in, Minato ignored the professor, yet softly said to himself:

"Being late is never fun on the first day." Upon entering the classroom, he saw a few students already there. Minato made a mental note to himself to think up some nicknames for them. After all, what fun could there be with regular names?

[Roxas Hiroaki]

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Missing a class, being late to a class. These things did not plauge Roxas today. Roxas hadn't been late to class, in fact he had been a few minutes early. It was fairly easy given that his double dorm room was currently just him. The boy sat near the back, not really paying attention to any of the people coming in and talking. The blonde just took the class because of the credit requirement for graduation. He honestly wasn't that interested in the class, but it was better then taking history classes. The blonde sighed as he started reading, it gave him something to do during class aside from...well sitting there twiddling his thumbs. He wasn't one of those social creatures who could make friends with anyone, just talk to anyone very easily...shyness had always been his biggest issue...something the rest of his family apparently didn't suffer from. The blonde cracked open the book, small and blue in color. The light sound of the cracking spine indicating that it wasn't the oldest book in the world. Of course it wasn't brand new either, though Roxas took care of his books...it was something at least. The blonde heard people talking and talking, people excusing themselves for being late. He didn't really pay that much attention to what was going on around him.

[namine]

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[atrb= style, font-family: arial; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #8ba2b9; border: 5px dotted #000000; color: 000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8] Namine breathed a sigh of relief as she exited the Anderson Building. She had just been late to Art class, she would have been mortified if she'd been late to her next one. It happened to be her only class outside of her major, Sociology. The class was on controversial social issues, and it was a topic that Namine was actually curious on. She strongly believed no one should be judged by any factors besides personality and perhaps actions. Getting more excited for the class, Namine turned towards a nearby directory. She found the Golisano building right away. It was in the very center of the campus, and that wasn't too far. Heading in the direction of her next class, Namine couldn't help but smile. Not only was she all psyched for the class, she was also going to be early. That was enough to brighten her spirits. Finding the huge two story building, she quikly made her way through the door. She climbed up the stairs to the second floor, and spotted her next class right away. the teacher was actually standing in the doorway, so it was slightly obvious where she was going. As she entered the room, she didn't stop to greet the professor. She wasn't trying to be rude, but she didn't want to talk to him either. initiating conversation just wasn't what she did, even if it was just a short exchange of greetings. Almost by instinct, she went to the very back of class, then to the corner. Setting her school supplies on her desk, and sitting down, she began to read the syllabus. She didn't expect anyone to come in anytime soon, but within five minutes, she heard someone else's footsteps enter the classroom. She briefly looked up from her reading to see a blonde kid take a seat in the back row as well. He went right to reading the syllabus on his desk, and Namine went back to reading hers. the classroom was enveloped in complete silence, just how Namine liked it. About ten minutes later, however, the silence ended. More people started coming into the classroom. They didn't do much, a few words of apology for being late, and then finding a seat. She saw most of them ignore the syllabus on their desks; one student simply sat there doing nothing, another organized his books, the next did nothing as well, and the last also did nothing. Sighing, Namine went back to reading. The actions of others really weren't her concern, they were to do as they pleased. At least they weren't talking to her.

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[alex]

Strolling down the halls the girl who was parading around as a guy headed to her next class. Controversial Social Issues Class. This should be amusing. Couldn't be as bad as 'some' of the classes she'd had perhaps she might actually learn something for a change. Shifting along the walls she ran a hand over the smooth paint. Untarnished so far, how long would it be before graffitti found it's way to the walls with little 'I ♥ such and such' on it.

She would hope that it wouldn't happen.

Waiting for the class to begin she'd stood there staring at the instructor for a moment or two.

Got to give him kudos for the hair. The thoughts in her head as she entered the room and went to take a seat somewhere near the front. Hopefully she wouldn't be picked out to answer to many questions.

The planner was put in her bag and then she pulled out a notebook and pen setting them neatly on the desk she now started to sift through the papers, eyeing them in turn taking in as much information as she could before the lecture actually started.

All right let's see how this goes.

[/color] More thoughts as she sat there and then set everything down leaning back in her seat with nothing left to do.[/blockquote]

[tomo]

Ahhh social studies, a class Tomo could screw around in and not feel too bad about doing so. He'd actually been early of course and he was sat at the back of the class right now staying out the way of the teacher, headphones on with his music on low so that no one could hear him but he could still hear them over it. Sort of like background music.

Though it was hard for them not to notice him since he was bopping around and even airguitaring at the back because he was distracted by the music.

"WOOOOoooooooah~~!" He sung along and now he realized what he'd done so? He just decided to finish it off. Up he stood as he air guitared and then carried on singing.

"Forget about the sh*t we've been through~ I wanna stay here forever as always~!" Then he took a bow before he sat down. Well? If people were going to look at him he may as well put on a show~.

Turning the music off he now slid the headphones around his neck and just grinned at the teacher across the room.

Ohhhhh this was going to be fun. Time to see what he could get up to in this class to make it fun for everyone else. Though he noticed that same head of spikey brown hair that he'd spotted in history....

Apparently they were in two of the same classes. Odd. Perhaps Tomo had a stalker? Or no maybe he was OH GOD MAYBE HE WAS UNINTENTIONALLY STALKING THAT GUY!!!!! D8

No... Wait... Was there such a thing as unintentionally stalking someone?

What the heck!? I... I don't even know... Maybe I'm an unintentional stalker... Nooooooouuuuoooo.... Nah it's probably just coin... coince...How do I say that word... Coincidence?... YEAH! COINCIDENCE! The thought processes as he zoned out and now became sdistracted within his own head, little did he know he was pulling a variety of weird and comical facial expressions along with the thoughts that were going on in his head.