16 Mundanely Extravagan (1/2)
”In much wisdom is much grief, and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.”
-King Solomon
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The teacher's sudden appearance has completely broken the leisure of indolent silence...
More active noises began its intrusion in the four corners of the class, which prior was like a stronghold of formality because of the Prima Donna's presence, and to whom I recently obtained permission to call her by her name's first two syllables, ”Celes”. Nope, It's not like I'm happy or anything, I am more worried and concerned as to how I can formally introduce myself to these bunch who look at me like I'm some sort of an economic big shot just because I conversed with a famed girl with a Jagger.
”Nays ediya!”
A hyped student screamed at the front, showing this rather enthusiastic aura for such superfluous introductions. He was somehow short and his accent made it seem that he just learned English, which is, of course, an integral requirement for anyone who wants admission in AU. He must have binged-learned the lingo, and that in itself alone should be noteworthy.
”Ok then, that's nice to hear, can we start with you?” the preceptor asked the student seated first of the first row while still brushing off the tiresome look on her face. The student then stood up, showcasing a confident facade whilst wearing an undaunted smile.
First, let me get this straight, I genuinely understand the insignificance and acrimony of 'briefly' describing everyone I just knew. It makes me feel like, I am some undercover agent from the CIA here to unveil the mask of a drug lord, but I feel the need to do so otherwise.
”Affirmative teach. It's Zen... Zen Wolfenschstein. I am from the outskirts of NYC USA and probably the same as everyone, I attended this school for the new it has to offer and for some other reason. ” The first student confidently said maintaining eye contact with almost everyone, except Celes who was beside me, and also, me. It was like he was somehow rejecting our coexistence in the class. Still, something piqued a bit of my interest as he spoke...
”For some other reasons?” If I were to judge that line, it has some deep meanings hidden amidst an iceberg, as his face suddenly shifted from confidential to worrisome. Yet, I know that I must care less, because as unapparent it may seem, everyone is fighting a battle I know nothing about, and for that, they reserve the right for privacy.
”And as for my favorite quote, it's one from Nietzsche. 'What is evil? Whatever springs from weakness'” the Wolfenschstein descent added, with a little vigorous pose at the end. But wow... It never occurred to me that Nietzsche is still making his legacy on youths. Although I'm quite sure that we're the last of the kind... Ready to go extinct anytime soon.
Well, it is clear that he is going to be the next school heartthrob judging by his physical build, and I bet he also had some brain cells to showcase. Interesting indeed. I mean, again it's not like every day you get to be classmates with someone that knows a dime about philosophical literature.
Then the class, especially those spicy type of girls who I presume, only had their eyes on hot lads vehemently gave him a round of applause. Yeah right. I guess we have our Mr. Autonomous University Idol of the year, yet I wonder how the renowned Prima Donna is acting, Celes I mean, eheem. Is she perhaps one of those types?
I looked, only to be proven wrong the moment my eyes met her direction. She was focused, taking down notes, probably of the names that could be a possible threshold of academic competition. Yep. That is certainly what an honor student would call 'mundane' and nothing more but a daily paradigm, noting even the slightest bit of information, integral or useless it may be.