[IC] Academy (third times a charm) REBOOT!

[YamiCuoreLaroux]

Felice entered the room and took a glance at the board, despite the fact that he already knew what the class would be about. He took a seat near the middle of the room and scanned over the rest of the students present. It looked like he wasn't the last to arrive, as there were still seats left open.

[YamiCuoreLaroux]

As soon as he finished writing on the board, Kido turned to face the class. "Okay, is everyone here? I'm going to get started, so anyone who's late will have to follow along as best as they can from when they arrive." Still nervous about this undertaking, he took a deep breath before addressing them all again. "Um, this class will be about poetry. I don't expect anyone to be able to write epics by the end, but hopefully this will help to give some insight about the various ways that language can be used to convey meaning beyond the most basic forms of communication." He looked around for a moment with a small smile. "In other words, this class is about using words effectively. This will be useful in studying literature and such. Now, I don't know how much about poetry anyone here knows, so, um...first, I want you to write down the name of a poem that you remember and what you understand about it. Even if it's something brief like 'it's a children's poem' or 'it's about two people who don't like each other,' that's fine. I'll walk around and collect the papers in a couple of minutes."

[KatherinWinter]

Roxy stared at her paper. What the hell was she suppose to write. She didnt know shit about poetry. "I don't think I can do this assignment. I don't know any poems."

[YamiCuoreLaroux]

KatherinWinter said
Roxy stared at her paper. What the hell was she suppose to write. She didnt know shit about poetry. "I don't think I can do this assignment. I don't know any poems."

"Ah? Not even children's rhymes? Because those count, too." Kido thought for a moment, but then shrugged. "Well, if you don't have one, that's fine. I'll collect the papers in a minute and we can start from the very basics if necessary. That's what class is for anyway, right? To learn what we don't know." The short boy gave a small smile at the end, not at all worried by the problem. "Better yet, tell me if there's anything you want to understand better, be it poetry terms or language in general."

[KatherinWinter]

Roxy shook her head. She couldn't think of one. Her father wasn't the type to read to her. She had only gone to school enough to keep her father from getting in trouble with the law. And considering the fact that he could and often did pay off the law she didn't have much of an education to build off of. "I want a way to write things that only certain people would be able to make sense of."

[KatherinWinter]

Roxy shook her head. She couldn't think of one. Her father wasn't the type to read to her. She had only gone to school enough to keep her father from getting in trouble with the law. And considering the fact that he could and often did pay off the law she didn't have much of an education to build off of. "I want a way to write things that only certain people would be able to make sense of."

[YamiCuoreLaroux]

Kido smiled and was about to reply when Felice suddenly began speaking in loud rapid fire Italian. The auburn-headed boy looked a bit lost for a second, but eventually attempted to quell the quick stream of questions coming out of his mouth. "Felice, you're disrupting the class like that. Yes, you can write that about the poem, but ask me calmly next time."

As the cross-dressing boy spoke, the amber-eyed one calmed down and gave a small scowl before letting out a huff and returning to his work. He started erasing parts of his answers on the paper almost aggressively enough to tear the paper and wrote down his preferred statements, sometimes pausing to consider ways to reword it. This poem uses rhythms to blah blah blah blah blah, but it's really just a distraction to keep the audience from seeing that it's really about...

...geez, this is actually really irritating to write about. I'll just stop after this sentence after all.

[KatherinWinter]

Liz thought about her poem. There were many that she knew and loved. Poetry was something that she easily connected to. But what poem should she write about. She finally settled on a poem that she kept hidden in her room.

The Daffodils
William Wordsworth, 1770 - 1850

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

[KindledBeast]

Dante had fallen asleep he wasn't resting good in his room for some reason when he opened his eyes he was pleased to see he wasn't asleep for too long kido was still teaching the class he stretched a bit letting out a small yawn.

[YamiCuoreLaroux]

"I'll start collecting the papers now. Please finish whatever you are writing quickly." Kido took a moment to look around the room before walking to each desk to take the papers. It looked like there would be an interesting mixture of replies and various levels of experience. Some people seemed to have a lot to write while others had very little or nothing written down. He took a quick moment to look over them all as he returned to the front of the room. "Hmm...well, I guess we should go through the basics, then. I'll try to add some new information to keep everyone interested, but hopefully I'll be able to lend some new insights to those with more experience." He placed the papers on a desk at the front of the room. "So, what exactly is poetry? What qualifies? Does anyone have a definition, dictionary, personal, or otherwise?"

[KatherinWinter]

Roxy wrote:Can we use what your teaching us about poetry to communicate more openly? on her paper before handing it in. She was taking a risk and she knew it. But she was worried about Katherin. She had been gone longer then she should be. Which probably meant that whatever they had done had been bad enough that the red head had gone to her room to recover rather then being sent back to class.

[KatherinWinter]

Roxy wrote:Can we use what your teaching us about poetry to communicate more openly? on her paper before handing it in. She was taking a risk and she knew it. But she was worried about Katherin. She had been gone longer then she should be. Which probably meant that whatever they had done had been bad enough that the red head had gone to her room to recover rather then being sent back to class.

[KindledBeast]

Dante watched kido he liked that he was trying that was more then he could say for a lot of people in the world, " Poetry the way for us to express what's inside." He said shifting his eyes to kidos face he would give the kid a break.

[YamiCuoreLaroux]

"That's a good definition. Certainly one of the many ways to look at it." Kido giggled and pulled out a pen to scribble something down on one of the papers. "Poetry is a way of expression, most of all. Most equate this with the feeling one has at a certain moment in time." He tapped one finger against his chin thoughtfully for a moment, as if trying to find the right words before continuing. "I will not refute. The beginning of knowledge, is caught in the heart." He grinned in the least serious looking manner he could have possibly shown at the time, almost as if he had just made a joke. "Poetry is a fascinating idea, really. It has been used since ancient times to pass down stories before writing was even easily used, and even today, nursery rhymes are quoted by children who can't even read yet. They are encouraged to continue a tradition that they are not even aware of." He paused for a moment to scribble down something else. "Enough about that, though. Let's take a look at some of the useful terms in poetry. I'm going to start with an English rhyme: Humpty Dumpty!"

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
Four-score men and Four-score more
Could not make Humpty where he was before.

Pointing up at the board, Kido recited the rhyme and turned back to the class. "Now, what is this even about? It sounds silly, right? Who or what is this 'Humpty'?"

[KatherinWinter]

"I don't think it's silly." Liz told him. "Humpty could be anyone. When we fall, when we experince failure, when we are hurt, no one and nothing can return us to the person we were before the event. These event change us and once they do we can't cpgo back we can only go on."

[YamiCuoreLaroux]

KatherinWinter said
"I don't think it's silly." Liz told him. "Humpty could be anyone. When we fall, when we experince failure, when we are hurt, no one and nothing can return us to the person we were before the event. These event change us and once they do we can't cpgo back we can only go on."

Kido pointed over to the girl. "Yes, very good! That is a perfect place to start." He scribbled something down once more and turned back to where the poem was written on the board. "I was actually going for a different idea first, but lets roll with this one for a minute. One thing that is fascinating about poetry is the fact that it carries multiple truths, and another person's interpretation gives a poem more meaning, more value even. So, if we go with this interpretation, then the poem is a life lesson, right?"

"Fairy tales often follow a similar track, using a specific character or scenario to stand in for another idea or event. One meant to teach something, usually. In this case, if Humpty is any one of us, or collectively all of us, then the fall is a misfortune, or a failure of some sort, as you said." He moved to another part of the board where a single word was written, a definition beneath. "Representation of one thing, usually an abstract idea or a moral, through concrete forms and events. We could say that the story in this children's rhyme is exactly that, couldn't we?" He pointed up at the word on the board. "Then, couldn't we classify this character and his story as an allegory?"

"This is a very fun term, I think. It shows up in literature all the time, right under our noses. Are you all taking notes? You don't have to, really, but you never know when you'll be tested. Any questions so far, or shall we move on to the history of the poem?"

[KatherinWinter]

"Why does the history matter?" Roxy asked. She was still hoping that there was a way to use this information. She needed a safe way to communicate with her group. Her group was mad of rebels if they had the right information they could do something about escaping.

[Vortex]

Thomas looked at Roxy, she was right, why did any of this matter? Fir he had no intention of being trapped in her for the rest of his life and recite poems all day. Thanks to Roxy, Thomas spoke up and asked a question of his own "With all due respect sir, how is this going to benefit us in the future? Last time I checked we did not need poetry to esca- er... I mean survive" he finished with a trembling voice. Thomas wiped the sweat from his brow and hoped no one noticed his slip of the tounge.

[YamiCuoreLaroux]

Kido pouted at the boy who asked the question, looking very childlike as he did so. "Are you taking notes? I just told you that there would be tests, and I expect at least some of you to pass." Seeing that Felice was giving a strange look, he sent a pout in his direction as well, somehow making the boy's eyes widen slightly and look down to the paper he had in front of him. Satisfied that he had gone back to his own notes, whatever those may look like at that point, the shorter boy smiled again and turned to Roxy.

"Sorry about that, Miss. As for the question: History provides context. It can provide us with an alternative interpretation, a more physically oriented one." He stopped for a moment, seeming to think about something. "Does that make sense? What I mean there is...ah, it gives us the chance to understand possible allusions present as well as better understand the thought process that is behind the verses, rather than only think about it solely through the emotional abstracts we can quickly perceive upon the first few glances. Well, and we can gain clues about the diction choices, but we can get to that part in a few minutes."

"Since I just mentioned allusions, I might as well make sure you all understand what I mean by that." The auburn-haired boy pointed up to the board again at another word with its definition beneath. "A passing reference, an oblique or obscure reference. In other words, someone trying to mention something without outright saying it. People do this in daily conversation, even, but when it comes to poetry, it usually means a brief nod at another work of literature or an event that the audience is assumed to already have information about."

"Now, this is why it's important for writers to consider their audiences when creating their works. If there isn't a certain level of knowledge present in the audience, then the allusion becomes meaningless. At least, until it is pointed out. That's why we study history and literature, though, isn't it? To understand why things like this exist and why people do what they do in general. Of course, skilled writers can probably reference more than just conventional history and literature if they know their audience well, but those kinds of things are hard to catch if you don't already understand what the writer and the audience have in common. As a result, there are probably possible interpretations and clues about poetry that even seasoned scholars will never understand..."

The boy closed his eyes and sighed in what seemed like disappointment before smiling up at the class again. "Ah, well. Enough about that for now. If there are no other questions, then I'll start with the history. Oh, but if you think of anything important or get confused about something, feel free to raise your hand. I'm happy to explain anything you want to know about this fascinating subject!"

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With that, Kido began to launch into the first appearances of the poem and the possible influences that known English history may have had on it. Felice, on the other hand, continued writing on his paper, pausing every now and again to look up toward the front of the room. On the side of his paper, the words were messily scrawled: What is he saying? What is he saying? Test...? Will we have one? Right, schools test people... Do we have condiments in the kitchen? I have to check.

[KindledBeast]

YamiCuoreLaroux said
Kido pouted at the boy who asked the question, looking very childlike as he did so. "Are you taking notes? I just told you that there would be tests, and I expect at least some of you to pass." Seeing that Felice was giving a strange look, he sent a pout in his direction as well, somehow making the boy's eyes widen slightly and look down to the paper he had in front of him. Satisfied that he had gone back to his own notes, whatever those may look like at that point, the shorter boy smiled again and turned to Roxy. "Sorry about that, Miss. As for the question: History provides context. It can provide us with an alternative interpretation, a more physically oriented one." He stopped for a moment, seeming to think about something. "Does that make sense? What I mean there is...ah, it gives us the chance to understand possible allusions present as well as better understand the thought process that is behind the verses, rather than only think about it solely through the emotional abstracts we can quickly perceive upon the first few glances. Well, and we can gain clues about the diction choices, but we can get to that part in a few minutes." "Since I just mentioned allusions, I might as well make sure you all understand what I mean by that." The auburn-haired boy pointed up to the board again at another word with its definition beneath. "A passing reference, an oblique or obscure reference. In other words, someone trying to mention something without outright saying it. People do this in daily conversation, even, but when it comes to poetry, it usually means a brief nod at another work of literature or an event that the audience is assumed to already have information about." "Now, this is why it's important for writers to consider their audiences when creating their works. If there isn't a certain level of knowledge present in the audience, then the allusion becomes meaningless. At least, until it is . That's why we study history and literature, though, isn't it? To understand why things like this exist and why people do what they do in general. Of course, skilled writers can probably reference if they know their audience well, but those kinds of things are hard to catch if you don't already understand what the writer and the audience have in common. As a result, there are probably possible interpretations and clues about poetry that even seasoned scholars will never understand..." The boy closed his eyes and sighed in what seemed like disappointment before smiling up at the class again. "Ah, well. Enough about that for now. If there are no other questions, then I'll start with the history. Oh, but if you think of anything important or get confused about something, feel free to raise your hand. I'm happy to explain anything you want to know about this fascinating subject!" With that, Kido began to launch into the first appearances of the poem and the possible influences that known English history may have had on it. Felice, on the other hand, continued writing on his paper, pausing every now and again to look up toward the front of the room. On the side of his paper, the words were messily scrawled:

Dante stood up and bowed to kido, "very nice you forgot to mention the part where history has a uncanny way of repeating it's self, from super powers and their down falls to eradication of races." Dante came back up and walked to the door, "But Mr. Kido have to leave for a moment I do hope that I can make it back in time to hear you continue. "I'll be back soon." He said smiling as he headed out the door.