I walked into the bright white room and threw myself into the first available seat, my book bag falling unceremoniously onto the floor beside the desk. I stretched my arms out in front of me and rested my head on the desk, hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep.
Today is my first day of school, and I will concede that I feel none of the excitement that I should be feeling. No… wait, what the hell is exciting about the first day of school? Screw that idea; this lot should be happy I even showed up, someone needed to make this room less drab.
My musings were interrupted by the teacher, Garro something, walking into the room loudly and addressing the class.
Out of all the classes that a university could require you to take, Philosophy had to be the worst. What sane person cares about what a bunch of old guys think about the way the world works? Answerless question after answerless question… well, I have an answerless question for them. Who the hell cares?
"Alright class, today we are going to be discussing deontology, focusing on the philosopher Kant. Now who can tell me what deontology is? And remember, class participation counts for 10% of your final grade."
The silence was deafening. All eyes cast downwards.
"Anyone?"
Nope. Nada. No go.
"Alright then." What's his face pulled out a stop-watch. "For every minute you all spend not answering my question is a minute that I will keep you all after class. Is that clear? Now, I repeat, what is deontology?"
I sat back in my chair and spoke, "Duty Ethics. Deontology states that each person has a duty to do what is right."
What's his face looked surprised for a second and then recovered. "Correct. Now, how does Kant contribute to this discussion?"
"Categorical Imperatives." I answered again.
"Which are?"
"The principal of universality should guide everyone's conduct, regardless of the consequence."
What can I say, just because I hate the subject doesn't mean I don't know what I am talking about. I am not one to blindly hate, well mostly. Looking around the room I finally took in my surroundings. On the board was the professor's name, Luke Garraway. I was at the front of the room, which was not good for my reputation, sitting next to a pretty girl flashing to much cleavage and biting her lip seductively at me. I winked back and opened up my laptop scrolling leisurely through Facebook.
Garraway continued his interrogation on some unsuspecting student behind me. The poor kid had clearly not read the material, well I didn't read, but I am just special.
The class was interrupted by a boy rushing into the classroom. I grimaced. The last person that came in late most likely still has nightmares, the normally calm guy looked absolutely feral when vexed. Yet the boy, instead of begging for mercy walked up the Garraway with determination and shockingly Garraway didn't look pissed.
As I watched the scene in front of me unfold I realized that this boy was absolutely beautiful. Pale skin, black hair and gorgeous blue eyes. His hair was wet from the rain and curled slightly around his ears and nape. His clearly strong physique was clad in a ratty sweater that looked as old as him, and a worn pair of jeans. He and Garraway were talking rapidly and I put my eavesdropping skills to work.
They were talking about someone. A girl. Something bad had happened. It seemed that this gorgeous boy was somewhat of a harbinger. Garraway rubbed his hands over his face and nodded. The boy patted his arm in an awkward soothing manner. Hmm… Garraway and the boy were not close, a mutual friend then must have been the subject of the ordeal. A few more words were exchanged but I was to busy watching the boy to notice. Finally the boy turned and noticed the class watching them. His eyes widened and I was able to see a flash of red before he made his escape.
Well. I am interested.
I hate philosphy...The information came from my reading that I have due tomorrow so it should be correct if anyone was interested...