Chapter 9: Awesome Beginnings

"Holy crap, Ari. I know you've got the highest grade in each of our classes, but seriously, a 99 in Logic? If you'd let me, I need to borrow your brain next time."

"Macy, believe me if you wanted to, you'd be able to have perfect grades in all your subjects."

"Okay, everyone. Settle down now." Cobb's voice echoed through the room. "Alright, before I continue with Symbolic logic I shall provide you with a brief history of Philosophy."

Ariadne was too busy scribbling notes on her Logic manual. Her attention was suddenly caught by Cobb's statement.

"During ancient times, men, how do I put this, made love to boys in order to prove their virility." Cobb's voice sounded stoic as ever.

Ariadne has always kept an open mind. But this fact just simply astonished her. So she raised her hand.

"Um yes," Cobb glanced at his seat plan. "Miss Foster, I didn't ask if you have any questions."

"I'm sorry, sir. But I can't just sit quietly and absorb everything you're saying. Not that this has anything to do with my gender, but what you said offended me. I know you've mentioned that they did it in order to prove their manliness, but how can rape be something acceptable in society?"

"Miss Foster, I must have you know that you must consider the historical setting. Yes, by contemporary standards, rape is a heinous crime. But try imagining the position of respectable men in Ancient Greece."

"Alright, alright, sir. But I'd rather approach this with Stoicism."

On cue, the bell rung. At the corner of her eye, she saw Cobb laughing at her remark.

"Mace, was I over sensitive?"

"No you weren't. I think it's about time one of us asked questions."

"Ugh, I can't help being a woman."

"Oh Ari, why are you so harsh on your own sex?"

"It's true, when they stereotype women as being too emotional, we actually do get carried away with passion. We don't speak our minds, but we speak our hearts."

"Always so fiery. Anyway, I gotta go. See you tomorrow."

"Okay, bye."

Considering that Logic was her last class for the day, what Cobb had said traumatized her in a way. She heaved a sigh and pushed the troublesome idea from her mind. Being the overachiever that she was, she fussed over her lowest grade: French. Ironically she was half French but she hasn't really been fluent at the language. Furthermore she didn't really see the point of having a foreign language class since she was majoring in Biology.