17 My Turn (1/2)

”If you have nothing to say, then don't talk.”

-Rolf Dobelli

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”Whoooo! Mr. President, it is”

”We're counting on you!”

I can hear those assured cheers to the back exponentially. Well, that assures him of the class title, but, what I can't seem to understand is why the bloody hell could someone feel privileged and feel proud at the same time when he knows of the tiresome burdens that he is about to carry? Maybe I'll find the answer one of these days, with him as the ultimate lab rat. Ok, that was a little bit too harsh.

For now, I'll just be assured that someone reserved the title when others didn't want it. It would be a pain if we were to randomly choose the representative through a box of rolled paper and my name would be chosen. That would be like, stumbling vis-a-vis with the spirit of bad luck.

”Ok let's move on to the next one.” the preceptor advanced the introductions one step closer to me, at a time.

While it may be a little overt, but honestly the majority took the easy path and introduced themselves normally and were rather too mundane to even take note of, but Celes continued to chatter down on her notebook anyway. Its called being ”overly cautious” for those possibilities that are of zeros. But, yeah. We can't underestimate the value of zeros, the same as how you can't in the game of card's jokers. While a joker may seem useless, it has the definitive power to turn itself into anything that the holder desires. Same as zeros. While it is empty, it holds an infinite possibility of value. And here I am, in-consequent plankton acting all philosophical in a dire situation.

Well, anyway, as it pains me to say this, I am next in line, I can't let this turn into ”utter” chaos. I must aim for a minimum backlash from the audience while utterly destroying the overly cool image they already had for me.

”Your turn now sir...” Ms. Ludenburgh pointed at me with her pointy whiteboard marker and yet...

Sir? Don't escalate the situation now. While I understand that our cultures vary, and it can even be normal to call one of your students 'sir' in some borders, it doesn't have to be me.

While I slowly stood up with both my hands on my sides and as the utterance of ”sir” came echoing in the room, silence again indulged itself and everyone was staring quite vividly at me, except for Celes of course who's focus is on her notes alone. It was the scenery of total dullness, but I must muster the remnants of my life force for this introduction. But first, I really must destroy this ”big shot” image that they had for me...I'll make this intro as ubiquitous as it can be, and for that, I'll exercise the use of fillers.

”Uhm. Jaiden Axcel Cendrillon. You can call me Jaiden or whatever it is that you feel comfortable calling someone. Uhm ...Formality's unneeded anyway. I hope we'll get along just well. ”

”Cendrillon? Now, that's a little familiar. Hmmmmm...” The teacher seemed curious. While I was still standing, with the awkward silence slowly seeping in through my veins, she got closer to me and examined me a bit.

While it is somehow understandable as to how someone her age would make my last name ring a bell, it would be likely detestable if she were to remember something deranged.

”Hmmm. I must have been wrong. Let us have some fun this year Jaiden!” enthusiastic Ms. Ludenburgh then added.