Hate is not the opposite of Love

[Patrick D'Arcy]

Patrick D'Arcy walked into his classroom. Placing the flat of his hand on the desk, he waited while Snoop balanced her way down his arm and then scampered over to her box-bed that was always on his desk. The corners of the man's lips curved as he watched the rat burrow her way into the middle of the nest of material. Patrick then turned his attention to getting the classroom ready for his students' arrival. Checking his watch, he saw that he still had a good fifteen minutes until the current class let out.

Walking over to the white board, he wrote in large letters across the top

Emotions

Under that he wrote:

Emotion can be defined as a conscious experience that includes a state of (physiological) arousal and a mediating interpretation. As such it is assumed to emphasize two factors: (a) some degree of arousal and (b) an attempt by the experiencing organism to label the experience. Nonetheless, emotion is still a very complex phenomenon to study. Indeed, the two most widespread research strategies have been (a) attempts to label the dimensions of emotion and (b)
theoretical attempts to integrate physiological and cognitive factors.

He had sent a message to each of the students and asked them to bring in five to ten newspaper and/or magazine photos of people faces, and these he would use in the class.

Walking back to his desk, he pulled out some large poster board handouts that he would give each of his students. The paper was drawn up into a seven by seven square grid. The squares in the figure should be labeled with numbers. Along one axis, label seven positions that range from pleasant to unpleasant; along the other, label seven positions from acceptance to rejection. He had also, prepared additional strips of poster board material labeled sleep-tension in lettering similar to that used in the poster. The extra strip of poster board should also have seven numbered positions and be large enough to cover the labels of the other dimensions.

The Graph:

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Present:
Amelia DeFoe
Becca Walsh
Danielle Green
@jasper38
@lukamason
Othello Buskirk
Serenity Oliver
Thomas Oliver

Absent:
@calebm

[Becca Walsh]

    Becca had had a good deal of fun preparing for her psychology class, and she'd sort of made a trip out of it. She didn't have many newspapers or magazines herself, so she'd gone to a store in town to buy a couple of newspapers and magazines that she was interested in. After reading them, she'd chosen her images that she would cut out and use for her psychology class. One was a young girl being reunited with her father, a soldier coming home. Another was a photo of the latest winner of the Maclay Finals from an equestrian magazine. The other photos ranged to less positive emotions.

    Upon arriving to class, Becca greeted her teacher, found a desk close to the front, and pulled her Psychology notebook from her book bag. After opening it to a clean page, she carefully read and copied down what Mr. D'Arcy had written on the board. She then took out the photos that she had cut out and looked them over so that she would be ready for whatever they would be asked to do. She usually enjoyed these classes, and it was safe to assume that this class would be just as pleasing.

[Serenity Oliver]

Serenity loved the thought of learning about psychology, learning the ins and out of the human psyche. She was still undecided about what she wanted to do in four years after graduation, but part of her though that working with horses for therapy would be pretty cool, but she didn't need to make any life changing decisions just yet.

The message they had received from the teacher at caught the girl's interest, and Reni had spent a few hours at the second-hand book shop in town, trolling through old newspapers and magazines until she found the photos she wanted to use for the class, and purchased the papers and left. She now had her collection of pictures: A young couple getting married, a woman holding her new born child, a elderly man and his dog sitting at a fresh grave, and a collection of others that fitted into the spectrum they had been asked to find. She'd then given the magazine and papers to Tommy so that he could find pictures as well.

Walking into the classroom, she walked straight over to Mr D'Arcy's desk and offered Snoop a couple of alfalfa cubes and then went and sat down at her normal seat where she pulled out her class folder and pencil case. Opening the folder, she selected a pen and copied down what was written on the board and then wrote a fancy header at the top of the page and created a border around the edges of the page using the same coloured pencils that she had used for the header. 

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Kennedy had signed up for Psychology because it sounded fun. She'd read online a few articles and they had caught her interest, so she'd said heck, why not try it... She'd gotten the notice about what to bring to class a little late, but had still had time to get what she needed to get, and now she walked inside the classroom. Kennedy took a seat near the middle and opened her folder, where she had several papers fitted into the prongs. She set about copying down what was written on the board.

After getting it copied down, Kenna pulled out the cut out pictures they had been asked to find and bring and set them on her desk in a neat pile after going through them once more. She had a picture of a screaming man, a couple sitting at a cafe, a child's delighted face at a rambunctious poodle, a crying woman, and an elderly couple sitting contentedly in rockers on the front porch of a log cabin. Five pictures. The bare minimum.

She briefly wondered what they were going to do with the pictures, but figured they would find out soon enough. Kennedy only hoped the class would prove to be what she hoped; exciting and attention-getting. With that thought in mind, she sat back and tapped her pencil on the desk, waiting for the rest of the students to arrive so the class could begin.

[Othello Buskirk]

Othello had panicked slightly when he got the note of what they needed for class, but relaxed instantly when he remembered all of the National Geographic magazines that his parents had lying around the house, for one of those, we might need them, situations. So his parents had FedExed them to their son the next day and Leo had then had the enjoyment of trolling through magazine after magazine looking for pictures that slotted into the topics that Mr D'Arcy had mentioned. He just hoped that the pictures didn't fall too much into the rejection and unpleasantness category, as most of them were of African people, but even if they did, it was too late to change that now 

He headed down to the Psychology room and then quickly found his desk. Today, so far, was a good day. He had woken up feeling fresh and not at all washed over like he had felt for the past week. Letting out a breath, began to take out everything he needed, and copied down what was written on the board before he leaned down to grab the drink bottle from his bag and took a sip of the liquid. Closing his eyes, he waited for the sugar to wash through him and then sat back and waited for the teacher to start the class.

[Thomas Oliver]

Tommy had cringed when the note had come out. The magazines he liked looking through didn't normally have a lot of emotion in them, not the kind the teacher was wanting, and he was sure some grinning slapper-chick sitting on a car wasn't what was wanted. So, when Tommy heard what his sister was doing, he begged and pleaded that she'd find pictures for him too. When she had brought home a collection of papers and magazines, he was more than happy to sit down and cut his own pictures out. After all, there was nothing worse then trying to do work that someone else had emotionally picked out for you.

He grabbed his bag off his bed and raced down to the academic building and into the classroom, giving the teacher a grin as he slid into the chair at the table beside a girl with red hair that he didn't recognise. "Hi." He greeted as he pulled the things he needed from his bag, including a plastic bag that held his pictures, and quickly copied down what was on the board in his almost illegible handwriting - he only ever wrote tidy in his Book of Shadows.

He glanced around the class and then at the clock, eager for class to get started.

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Class like this... Chelsea had never really been in one. It was strange to think, but she'd been in a constant limbo of home school classes and barn chores. Sure, some classes would be co-op with the neighbor kids, but for the most part... alone. Just her and Charlie sitting at the dining room table, sometimes with Alex and Ryan from the next farm over... that was it. The two of them, the four of them, figuring out what the hell they were doing. When things got tedious, when they went on too long, anything that was unsavory they just left. Went outside for a bit. Walked it off. That wasn't an option here. Chelsea was already frustrated.

She didn't quite tremble as she entered the room, but a part of her thought about it. She was sick and damned tired of being inside for class. Even though the polar vortex or whatever was taking over, Chelsea needed to be outside. There had been days on the plains where the snow drifts were up to her waist, and still she slogged through on down to the barn. It was the simple fact that she needed the land to feel alive. Fresh air. Life. She needed life.

But the classroom environment, she was learning, was the opposite of life. Taking a seat near the middle of the class but entirely on her own, the young woman studied the board. A copy Western Horseman from a few months ago sat on her desk. Chelsea had already ripped out the article on how to effectively cut time in barrels and taped it on the wall beside her bed. The young woman sent Charlie a quick text under her desk, checking in, before the bell rang. When would this show ever move on?

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[Amelia DeFoe]

It had been interesting, finding the magazines that she needed to cut pictures from, especially because she'd had to make do with what she had. Amy had ended up asking her father to mail a few of her older magazines, and his as well, to avoid going into town. Now, with the bag of clipped images in her backpack, she made her way to the classroom, slipping along the wall to sit next to Serenity, with a small smile at her friend. After settling Wolf, she put down her bag and started searching through it. She pulled out the baggie, as well as her notes and a pencil, then glanced up at the board, reading what the teacher had written.

Rather than writing down the entire paragraph, Amy chose to write her notes in bullet point, only outlining the things that she thought would be important in the future. She finished and then started sorting through her pictures, looking at the variety of faces that she had cut out, as Mr. D'Arcy had asked. She couldn't begin to guess what they would be doing with them, but at least, she was prepared to do it once they were given the instructions.

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Luka fixed Bruno’s jersey as he stopped by his locker, quickly changing his books and making sure he had the correct notebook for psychology. Inside in the academic building it was warm, and Luka simply donned a light jacket over a long sleeved shirt, but his thin skinned Spaniel shivered even inside the building. He smiled as he took up Bruno’s leash, walking to the psychology class. He had made sure that he had his pictures with him, and each one had a difference source, which he had written on the back.

Sitting down at his desk, which was right in front, he took out the notebook and his pencil case, before leaning down and filling up a bowl of water for Bruno. He would wait until after class to feed him, as it the dog’s digestion period was usually shorter than a class. Once Luka was finished looking after Bruno, he quickly wrote down what was on the board, and then waited for the class to start.

Emotions seemed to be very fitting, seeing that his own was very up and down lately, probably to blame for that thing they called puberty, but it was his own version of hell. It was difficult to be a so called normal teenager, when often, he couldn’t really relate. He hadn’t seen that new movie because he had to wait for the dvd to come out, or no, he hadn’t listened to the newest songs on the TOP 40, because he couldn’t. His time was divided between keeping up with schoolwork and his horses, and his social interactions were limited.

[Danielle Green]

Danielle wandered to Psychology, the hallway slowly cleared of students as she walked into the classroom. She quickly found a seat towards the back of the classroom and pulled out her notebook and flipped it to a crisp clean page. She was sort of excited to be in Psychology as she loved the thought of picking apart a human emotion or disorder, the biggest question she felt this class asked her was, “Why?”, but it also presented the answer as well.

Danny in a sort of script wrote the words that were on the board. Writing things helped her break it down, remember it, and understand it, or analysis it more thoroughly. The teacher of this class sent out a message to get five to ten pictures of people’s faces, whether they are from magazines or from newspapers. The sixteen year old chose a pretty even amount of her eight pictures from both the magazines and newspapers. The girl took a look around the room and there weren’t a whole lot of students, but she had gone the past couple days of giant classes. Danny sort of sat back and waited for class to start or for more students to arrive, whichever came first.

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 Dennis marched up the corridor quickly he was only just getting used to the timetable and he did not want to be late for any class but he thought he was going to be late for his psychology class so he quickly power walked to the class. Mr D'arcy had written on the whiteboard he looked at it as he sat at a desk. He remembered getting a message about bringing in pictures of peoples faces from newspapers and magazines and he rummaged in his bag to get all the pictures he could he brought around 15 just in case.

 Emotions the class was about. He knew how he felt when he lost his father, he knew how he felt when he got his own horse, Mulan, and those were very powerful emotions but complete opposites. He looked down at his desk which had his images of people. There was an image of a person with a soar head it was probably a medicine advert and most of them were celebrities from a newspaper, smiling up at Dennis. He looked back up at the rest of the class it was not a really big class but he would try hard no matter the size of class. 

[Tyler Reynolds]

On his way to a class that he could stand, psychology, Tyler walked through the hallways casually. He really wasn’t one to have a favorite class, but if he had to choose one it would probably be this class, although he would never admit that fact. The boy wasn’t one to show that he cared, but deep down he really did and so to say that he had a favorite anything would be showing too much affection.

He had his magazine clippings were floating loosely around in his backpack hopefully not getting ripped or torn. Tyler made his way to the classroom, when he got there he walked in and back to an empty seat. Pulling out his notebook he scribbled down what the teacher had written on the board. Today his clothing told people he was more or less a well-rounded person.

Once the words that were on the board were written down in his notebook he took the time to get to know the faces of his classmates, mostly his female classmates, one of which he already knew. The feisty redheaded girl that he had meant the first night he was at the academy. Ty just sat in his seat waiting for the class to start, it would have to do so soon as when he came into the classroom from the hallway there weren’t many students in the hallway.

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Psychology a class about how the human mind worked and getting inside of them to figure out the basics of all problems. Dave had signed up for the class in hopes it would enlighten him on some questions he had on his mind and hoped it would clear up some of his own mind problems. At his dorm he began to prepare for the class wanting to head in early and get a front row seat so he could see and of course hear the teacher more clearly, but even so the class didn't start for awhile.He still needed to go into town and grab the magazines required for the class assignments and not having a car meant he would have to find public transportation or just walk. Upon reaching town he checked out several places for some cheap magazines getting a few from each shop before returning back to the dorm to cut out said pictures. 

The pictures he had been able to collect was; A man purposing to his wife, a guy getting bite by a dog, a man screaming at his child to which said child was crying, a dog in a cramped cage, two friends hugging each other, a women sitting in a graveyard upset and finally a TV advertisement showing a stoic face of the main character. Satisfied with all his pictures he then re-exited the dorms heading off towards the school building and into his psychology class. 

Upon entering the room he noticed several students had already beat him to the classroom but he didn't mind too much. He also took note of the small box sitting on the teachers desk, but decide on investigating about that later. Instead he quickly took a seat up front as he set his notebook down and removed a mechanical pencil from his front pocket. Silently and carefully he jotted down what had been writing on the board while keep his pictures in a neat pile to the side. 

[Patrick D'Arcy]

Patrick watched as his students entered, each in their own way. It was slightly amusing that his class consisted of student with completely different personalities.

Once the students were settled at their tables, which were probably about twice the length of a normal classroom table. He liked the bigger tables though because this way his students didn't have to have their things cramped into a small square that wasn't made to balance the amount of things some teachers required their students to use in one lesson.

Leaving Snoop where she was, sleeping in her material nest, he walked to the front of the room. "Good morning, everyone." He greeted warmly. "As you will have read on the board, we are going to spend the next month, or so, looking at emotions." He gave a small smile, as emotions weren't exactly something that these girls weren't very forthcoming with. "You will see a poster board with a grid on it on your table. I would like you to sort out the picture you brought with you on the grid depending on where you think they should be, the one closest to the left bottom, you will write a number one on the back and the rest follow suit." He stepped back toward his desk. "I will be here if you need any help. If you have any questions, feel free to speak up."

He walked back to his desk and paused before sitting down, looking over his students. "Before you begin. Even though we have finished looking at dream analysis, who here is still keeping their dream journal?"

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This won't be at the bottom of any more of my posts, it's just we've gained a few more students.
Amelia DeFoe
Becca Walsh
@calebm
@hound3
@sunny
Danielle Green
@jasper38
@maidenmisery
@maidinmisery
@yaycake
@adalina2
@lukamason
Othello Buskirk
Quillec
Serenity Oliver
Thomas Oliver