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Who: Students, teachers, officials, various members of the press.
Where: Chitoku campus, meeting hall, then classrooms.
When: Tuesday, April 5, the first day of spring term.
What: Introduction and classes.
Like so many other things on the campus, Chitoku's main meeting hall was impressively huge, clearly able to hold more than the nearly thousand students, faculty, and press assembled within.
Perhaps even stranger than this was the fact that it was two stories underground.
Of course, there was an explanation ready: it doubled as an emergency evacuation site in case of an earthquake--or worse. While it satisfied the inevitable questions from the press, it likely didn't make the situation feel any less strange to the students who had--by and large--neatly filed in and taken their seats. Homeroom assignments had already been given, so with the students, teachers, press, and attending officials in their respective places, it was just a matter of waiting for the man of the hour--or at least the next fifteen minutes.
Principal Yosehira Norihiko was a distinguished gentleman, tall and trim and already going grey at the temples in his late forties. He took the podium once the initial murmuring had faded, and regarded the assembled crowd with a sort of general benevolence, in sharp contrast to the stern-looking Ministry of Education officials with whom he shared the stage.
"I would like to welcome you all to Chitoku Academy for the Gifted," he began. "This day is the culmination of years of tireless effort by the best our nation has to offer. I am honored and humbled to be a part of this project--it will surely be an essential cornerstone of the new Japan we are all striving to build."
He turned his eyes on the sea of uniformed students, seated in careful rows on benches behind the VIPs. "It is my hope that you, our pupils, will learn from their example, and teach those who will come after you in turn, to create a chain of loyalty and harmony between the greatest minds of each generation.
"In the wise words of Emperor Meiji: 'bear yourselves in modesty and moderation; extend your benevolence to all; pursue learning and cultivate arts, and thereby develop intellectual faculties and perfect moral powers'." The quote from the Imperial Rescript on Education had certainly not been used in such a high-profile setting since its abolition after the war, and hearing it resound through the hall now set many astir.
"That was his wish to his subjects, and that is ours to you now: to live up to the name of your school by cultivating both learning and virtue, and to become credits to your nation." And with a long bow, he ended his remarks and left the stage, allowing those better trained than he to deal with the press to take their questions.
Where: Chitoku campus, meeting hall, then classrooms.
When: Tuesday, April 5, the first day of spring term.
What: Introduction and classes.
Like so many other things on the campus, Chitoku's main meeting hall was impressively huge, clearly able to hold more than the nearly thousand students, faculty, and press assembled within.
Perhaps even stranger than this was the fact that it was two stories underground.
Of course, there was an explanation ready: it doubled as an emergency evacuation site in case of an earthquake--or worse. While it satisfied the inevitable questions from the press, it likely didn't make the situation feel any less strange to the students who had--by and large--neatly filed in and taken their seats. Homeroom assignments had already been given, so with the students, teachers, press, and attending officials in their respective places, it was just a matter of waiting for the man of the hour--or at least the next fifteen minutes.
Principal Yosehira Norihiko was a distinguished gentleman, tall and trim and already going grey at the temples in his late forties. He took the podium once the initial murmuring had faded, and regarded the assembled crowd with a sort of general benevolence, in sharp contrast to the stern-looking Ministry of Education officials with whom he shared the stage.
"I would like to welcome you all to Chitoku Academy for the Gifted," he began. "This day is the culmination of years of tireless effort by the best our nation has to offer. I am honored and humbled to be a part of this project--it will surely be an essential cornerstone of the new Japan we are all striving to build."
He turned his eyes on the sea of uniformed students, seated in careful rows on benches behind the VIPs. "It is my hope that you, our pupils, will learn from their example, and teach those who will come after you in turn, to create a chain of loyalty and harmony between the greatest minds of each generation.
"In the wise words of Emperor Meiji: 'bear yourselves in modesty and moderation; extend your benevolence to all; pursue learning and cultivate arts, and thereby develop intellectual faculties and perfect moral powers'." The quote from the Imperial Rescript on Education had certainly not been used in such a high-profile setting since its abolition after the war, and hearing it resound through the hall now set many astir.
"That was his wish to his subjects, and that is ours to you now: to live up to the name of your school by cultivating both learning and virtue, and to become credits to your nation." And with a long bow, he ended his remarks and left the stage, allowing those better trained than he to deal with the press to take their questions.
Re: Homeroom: 2-ni
"Please take care of me I guess?"
Re: Homeroom: 2-ni
Shizuru opened the door for Haruka, keeping it open just long enough for her to get through. "It's downstairs. First floor. Elevator or stairs?"
Re: Homeroom: 2-ni
"Stairs. It takes longer to get to the nurse's that way."
Re: Homeroom: 2-ni
Her long lope brought her up next to Haruka, at which point she slowed up to a more leisurely pace. "Do a loop around the floor?"
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"Sure, why not? I'm not in a hurry to head back to class. You?"
She sniffled again and took a few more breathes to try clearing her nose. The air was less stuffy than in the classroom at least.
Re: Homeroom: 2-ni
She dropped the line as if it were nothing. To her, it likely was.
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However, she kept going. Another shrug. "Yeah. Poor, innocent moe blind girl, doesn't know any better. How was she supposed to know she was in the wrong direction? 'Save me, from my evil classmate please'?"
Haruka felt the general spot she remembered the stair railing being and found it on the third try. "But if I was really moe I'd be big wide eyes I think? And a higher pitched voice. And I'd be clutzy enough for the bland, nice guy male to come save me when I fall."
Re: Homeroom: 2-ni
Shizuru headed down on the opposite site of the stairs, stepping aside at one point to let a worried-looking junior-high kid zoom by. "Works on more people. Normal moe's more an otaku thing."
Re: Homeroom: 2-ni
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"Are you into that stuff?"
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Shizuru shrugged and clasped her hands behind her head as the stairs did a 180 for the second and final flight to the ground floor. "Catch a couple episodes of things here and there. 'S about it. You?"
Re: Homeroom: 2-ni
"A few radio dramas and drama CDs here or there. Did a trip to a butler and maid cafe once too. Was interesting but a bit creepy."
Re: Homeroom: 2-ni
"Kinda like Akiba. Fun to visit sometimes, kinda sketchy."
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Looking genuinely interested, "What's it like?"
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To be expected, given her journal posts. "Loud, crowded, expensive. But it's kinda got some kind of..." A vague wave would have covered the pause with a sighted person. "Charm."
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"Kyoto's got...lots of old stuff? Lots of other cities' field trips get to go traveling there while we just kind of stuff in and appreciate the local culture, supposedly. Smell nice during blossoming seasons though."