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Athena Achilles
@running9
Elizabeth Toman
@fitzwilliam
Stefano Rice

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Phillip leaned back in his seat as the bell rang. The students from his algebra one class packed up and headed to their next class. Though he loved teaching, it was an acquired way of life, being ready for class and for the students. It was his last class of the day and then he had the rest of it off. Luckily since it was the first time for his classes he hadn't received any work that he needed to grade and he could head back to his apartment and relax.

But of course he needed to get through this last class, he was happy that he ended with a higher math class because it made him glad to be a math teacher as he saw some of these students start in pre-algebra and now they were here in the last algebra the academy had to offer, next year they would be heading to an even higher math if they so chose or graduating which made him feel like he had accomplished something.

Phillip stood from his chair and erased the board from the previous class and uncapped an expo marker once again and wrote Imaginary Numbers. A lot of students got scared because how did you work with something that was imaginary, though that was true, it was not entirely true, especially when dealing with imaginary numbers. He put the marker back on the tray and turned to face the class.

"Welcome everyone, I'm Mr. Mackenzie, Mr. Mack, Mr. M, whichever floats your boat, now if you are here for Algebra Two you are indeed in the correct classroom. We will be starting today with imaginary numbers. Now before I get an eye roll from all of you does anyone have any previous knowledge on this subject?" Phillip liked to know what he was working with when he started a lesson, some students came from a more in depth high school class and some came from his algebra one class from last year, regardless he needed to know where all of his students stood.

[Athena Achilles]

Athena headed out of one class, brushing the brown hair that had escaped from her ponytail out of her face. She walked down the hall toward the algebra classroom, she had always enjoyed math, and she put that down to her years as a competitive skater - and there were times that she missed those days, even the early morning starts.

She smiled at Mr Mackenzie as she walked into the room and quickly found herself a seat, pulling the folder for this class out of her bag, along with her pens. It was the first day of school, and she was still trying to get used to the new pens and folders in the as-new bag, something she would eternally be thankful to her last foster family for, and was ready for the class to start.

As the man began the lesson, she wrote Imaginary Numbers (a slightly humorous topic, since maths was normally so concrete) at the top of the page and then waited. Yes, she knew what they were and had worked with them before, but she still wasn't ready for the spotlight just yet and remained silent as she allowed the other students to answer the question, and she jotted down what was said in short bullet points.

[Elizabeth Toman]

Libby walked out of one classroom, brushing past the other students, as though they were no more than serfs in her way, and demanded for others to get out of her way if they didn't move fast enough. Yes, she wasn't the head cheerleader, but she was the captain of the gymnastics team, and in her opinion, that alone gave her more power than the cheerleaders. She was a future Olympian, them? They were nothing more than silly girls playing dress up.

She walked into the algebra classroom as though she were a Queen entering her court, bowing her head graciously toward the teacher, and walked to sit at the chair in the middle of the room. Pulling the things she needed from her bag, she copied down the words for the board and waited for the class to start.

She chose not to open her mouth, feeling that it was below her to do the teacher's job of explaining to the other students what a new topic was about - which she felt that his question meant - and as he had taught her the year before, he should already know what she did and/or didn't know. Rather than thinking about the topic, she started planning that afternoon's gym routines.

[Stefano Rice]

Seth was, not that he would tell anyone, actually enjoying his first day of school. With the way classes were run here, he actually found the challenge that his last school had been missing - again though, not something he would be advertising.

He walked into his next classroom - without managing to get too lost between his last class and this one - and he gave the man at the front of the room a confident smile before walking to the table in the back corner of the room and sat down.

Taking what he needed out of his bag and leaned back in the seat as he waited for class to start. When the man, Mr Mackenzie, started the class he sat up and tried to look interested - which he actually was - and actually titled the top of his page. "Alternating Current Electricity uses them." He spoke up, doing his best to sounds like a wise-guy. He may have possibly rewired a few things and learned out the hard way about positive and negative electrons, and through this had learned about imaginary numbers - which sounded more interesting than it was, but the farmer who's fence unit he'd rewired hadn't been too happy about it. "Something about the number, when squared, gives a negative result."