Ethereal Paradigm

-King Solomon

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The teacher"s sudden appearance has completely broken the leisure of indolent silence and more active noises began its intrusion in the four corners of the cla.s.s, which prior was like a stronghold of formality because of the Prima Donna"s presence, and to whom I recently obtained permission to call her by her name"s first two syllables, "Celes". Nope, It"s not like I"m happy or anything, I am more worried and concerned as to how I can formally introduce myself to these bunch who look at me like I"m some sort of an economic big shot just because I conversed with a famed girl with a Jagger.

"Nays ediya"

A hyped student screamed at the front, showing this rather enthusiastic aura in aggression for such superfluous introductions. He was somehow short and his accent made it seem that he just learned English, which is, of course, an integral requirement for anyone who wants admission in AU.

"Ok then, that"s nice to hear, can we start with you?" the preceptor asked the student seated first of the first row while still brus.h.i.+ng off the tiresome look on her face. The student then stood up, showcasing a confident facade whilst wearing an undaunted smile.

First, let me get this straight, I genuinely understand the insignificance and acrimony of "briefly" describing everyone I just knew. It makes me feel like, I am some undercover agent from the CIA here to unveil the mask of a drug lord, but I feel the need to do so otherwise.

"Affirmative teach. It"s Zen. Zen Wolfenschstein. I am from the outskirts of Philadelphia USA and probably the same as everyone, I attended this school for the new it has to offer and for some other reason. "the first student confidently said maintaining eye contact with almost everyone, except Celes who was beside me and also, me. It was like he was somehow rejecting our coexistence in the cla.s.s. Still, something piqued a bit of my interest as he spoke...

"For some other reasons?" If I were to judge that line, it has some deep meanings hidden amidst an iceberg, as his face suddenly s.h.i.+fted from confidential to worrisome. Yet, I know that I must care less, because as unapparent it may seem, everyone is fighting a battle I know nothing about, and for that, they reserve the right for privacy.

"And as for my favorite quote, it"s one from Nietzsche. "What is evil? Whatever springs from weakness"" the Wolfenschstein descent added, with a little vigorous pose at the end.

Well, it is clear that he is going to be the next school heartthrob judging by his physical build, and I bet he also had some brain cells to showcase. Interesting indeed. I mean, it"s not like every day you get to be cla.s.smates with someone that knows a dime about philosophical literature.

Then the cla.s.s, especially those spicy type of girls who I presume, only had their eyes on hot lads vehemently gave him a round of applause. Yeah right. I guess we have our Mr. Autonomous University Idol of the year, yet I wonder how the renowned Prima Donna is acting, Celes I mean, eheem. Is she perhaps one of those girls that see only outward appearance?

But, I was proven wrong the moment my eyes met her direction. She was focused, taking down notes, probably of the names that could be a possible threshold of academic compet.i.tion. Yep. That is certainly what an honor student would call "mundane" and nothing more but a daily paradigm, noting even the slightest bit of information, integral or useless it may be.

"Next!" Ms. Ludenburgh signaled the continuation. A female cla.s.smate which could be cla.s.sified as a "Lolita" under the rules of an animated world then showed herself, she then inhaled thrice the normal and vociferously shouted, with rather a shy yet trying expression...

"H..HI EVERYONE! I... I am Charlotte s.h.i.+rehart, from Britannia. I may be shy bu...but I hope to get along with everybody. Ha...hajimemashte "

Hajimemashte? Oh right, she wants to narrow down the cultural differences, but I think that was rather too superfluous to boot as everybody here came gnas.h.i.+ng the last of their brain cells just to be fluent with the international lexicon. Still, I think that would do the trick (if I were to compare it with myself that is, who have no idea or whatsoever how to introduce myself properly without achieving some mishaps).

Ms. Loli... Ms. s.h.i.+rehart I mean, sat down on her seat looking all flushed by the intense outmaneuvering of self-reserves. The cla.s.s even gave her acceptable applause and you can even hear boys, 2 or three seats away from her talking all "She"s cute" and as well as Asian girls whispering "Kawaii", which translates to "cute" in English fortunately.

"Care to introduce yourself mister?" the teacher continued. The next-in-line Asian stood up with this proud and muscular appearance, with chest out and eyes looking directly at the whiteboard.

"Daerenji Nakamura, you can call me "Renji" for short. I am from Kyoto j.a.pan and was the former National President of the country"s Supreme Student Councils"

Oh. We got ourselves another excellency, a leader at that! If I were to guess, he will be this cla.s.s" representative and its rather fortunate to have someone like him around, especially during school events. I made up my mind, I"m gonna give him my privilege of becoming ruler over this cla.s.s. No wait, Celes could probably be a better candidate.

As thoughts came flying to me like that, I could hear the rapid movement of a pen over some rough paper surface at my right side. It"s Celes fortunately.

I took several glimpses of her, while the future cla.s.s representative is still introducing himself without a taint of mediocrity and with lengthy speeches that I considered unessential balderdash. Celes was writing faster, writing down everything that the Renji guy had been spouting so far. I guess she even wrote even the most insignificant ones. It probably is because this guy is the most appealing to be in her academic tier. A clear chance for a cla.s.s rival.

And again, by Celes accepting a cla.s.s office, I proved myself wrong. Someone as dully compet.i.tive as she probably has no interest or whatsoever on joining any school clubs or holding any cla.s.s office. A consecutive honor student would be usually reading books and studying at all times, and they would rather utilize their time for some personal gain rather than for a certain population. In a more ergonomic phrase, grade-sensitive students will try their hardest to make their school lives as gray as it can be rather than rose-tainted. I can understand the logic at least cause I had been there.

"As for my favorite quote sensei. It"s "Leaders.h.i.+p is not a t.i.tle, but action and an example." Mr. representative at long last ended of what was supposed to be a normal introduction, spiced to become more like the princ.i.p.al"s despised speech on the entrance ceremony.

"Arigathanks for that none-pa.s.sive introduction Renji-Kun. Well, cla.s.s, you got yourself a possible cla.s.s representative" Ms. Ludenburgh said with a little annoyed expression escaping from her young stiffened face, probably because of the time consumed within that one introduction. The cla.s.s then started to cheer for the Renji guy as he slowly got back in his seat, with this leaders.h.i.+p aura.

"Whoooo! Mr. President, it is"

"We"re counting on you!"

I can hear those a.s.sured cheers to the back exponentially. Well, that a.s.sures him of the cla.s.s t.i.tle, but, what I can"t seem to understand is why the b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l could someone feel privileged and feel proud at the same time when he knows of the tiresome burdens that he is about to carry? Maybe I"ll find the answer one of these days, with him as the ultimate lab rat. Ok, that was a little bit too harsh. For now, I"ll just be a.s.sured that someone reserved the t.i.tle when others didn"t want it. It would be a pain if we were to randomly choose the representative through a box of rolled paper and my name would be chosen. That would be like, stumbling vis-vis with the spirit of the unlucky.

"Ok let"s move on to the next one." the preceptor advanced the introductions one step closer to me, at a time.

While it may be a little harsh, but honestly the majority took the easy path and introduced themselves normally and were rather too mundane to even take note of, but Celes continued to chatter down on her notebook anyway. Its called being "overly cautious" for those possibilities that are of zeros. But, yeah. We can"t underestimate the value of zeros, the same as how you can"t in the game of card"s jokers. While a joker may seem useless, it has the definitive power to turn itself into anything that the holder desires. Same as zeros. While it is empty, it holds an infinite possibility of value. And here I am, in-consequent plankton acting all philosophical in a dire situation.

Well, anyway, as it pains me to say this, I am next in line, I can"t let this turn into "utter" chaos. I must aim for a minimum backlash from the audience while utterly destroying the overly cool image they already had for me.

"Your turn now sir" Ms. Ludenburgh pointed at me with her pointy whiteboard marker.

Sir? Don"t escalate the situation now. While I understand that our cultures vary, and it can even be normal to call one of your students "sir" in some borders, it doesn"t have to be me.

While I slowly stood up with both my hands on my sides and as the utterance of "sir" came echoing in the room, silence again indulged itself and everyone was staring quite vividly at me, except for Celes of course who"s focus is on her notes alone. It was the scenery of total dullness, but I must muster the remnants of my life force for this introduction. But first, I really must destroy this "big shot" image that they had for me...I"ll make this intro as ubiquitous as it can be, and for that, I"ll exercise the use of fillers.

"Uhm. Jaiden Axcel Cendrillon. You can call me Jaiden or whatever it is that you feel comfortable calling someone. Uhm ...Formality"s unneeded anyway. Let us all be friends. "

"Cendrillon? Now, that"s a little familiar. Hmmmmm" the teacher seemed curious. While I was still standing, with the awkward silence slowly seeping in through my veins, she got closer to me and examined me a bit.

While it is somehow understandable as to how someone her age would make my last name ring a bell, it would be likely detestable if she were to remember something of my past that I want... forgotten.

"Hmmm. I must have been wrong. Let us have some fun this year Jaiden!" enthusiastic Ms. Ludenburgh then added.

"Yes, Miss," I answered bowing down my head.

While I was about to sit down, I was interrupted as the nightmare was still to end...

"Oh what about your quote?" The teacher asked.

"Oh right. Uhm Hurt someone with the truth, but never let someone be happy with a lie."

What the h.e.l.l is it with me with jokers today. I just uttered that, out of a mere sense of immediate action. I never thought that a quote on the end is compulsory.

"Thank you for that sir"

"Please do cease the "sirs" already," I thought, while slowly sitting down.

Unlike the previous introductions, there was no backlash, just plain hand claps. The result was better than expected. It is neutralism at its best but somehow, I feel that I was unable to remove the big shot imagery, yet the worst challenge for the first day is finally over. Now for the main dish, it was time for the Prima Donna"s intro.
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"Ok then, lastly, is Miss....." the teacher casually s.h.i.+fted her focus towards my right, where the last student is situated, but unaware, she got herself a little shocked as to whom she were to deal with.

Truth be told, I have no idea as to what this girl is really capable academically, it is just that, the more I realize how known she is, it veils her more in this mist of mystery. Ms. Ludenburgh was somehow speechless and the environment"s noise dropped down to 20 to 30 decibels or even lower.

"E-them. Ms. Reignsworth... I was uninformed of your presence, it is now your turn to introduce yourself, although it may be a little late at this point" The run down, confident teacher, just like everybody else, switched from her casual actions to formal.

"No. To be fair, I must" Celes replied, while standing up from her chair a hundred times more confident than I was. She closed her notes and placed her expensive-looking pen on her uniform"s tight pocket.

"And besides I have something important to canva.s.s" she added.

"Of course. Everyone please does listen as to what she has to say." Ms. Ludenburgh nervously chattered.

"There"s no need for you to be nervous ma"am. Please don"t make your self more stressful than it already is." the Prima Donna who saw right through the preceptor said, giving the teacher an a.s.sured look in the face, which truly was an expression of a teenage girl who wanted to be treated equally as everyone. It is something without a taint of pride nor of supremacy but humility.

"R-right. HAHAHA HAHAHA," Ms. Ludenburgh burst into laughter probably because of her thoughts that were wondering as to why a teacher would feel taunted by one of her students.

"Ok then. Ms. Reignsworth" the teacher added, giving the stage to Celes.

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