Academic Life (3)

The afternoon found me in Professor Marcus's classroom, fighting to stay awake despite my earlier rest. Unlike the stark military efficiency of Professor Vale's room, this one was decorated with colorful banners bearing the symbols of various Paradise factions.

Professor Marcus himself was a stark contrast to our morning instructors. While Professor Vale and Valerius radiated power and authority, Instructor Marcus had a scholarly air about him. His silver-streaked brown hair was perpetually messy, and his round glasses kept sliding down his nose as he sorted through his notes.

The class got quite at the professor's arrival.

Not many had picked this class as their elective, it was fairly visible by the number of students present in the class.

There were no familiar class and it was understandable since most of the children would have learned about these things when they were young.