If there was a hell, this was it. But then again, if there was a hell, then there was a God, but Ian just couldn't see himself believing in an entirely omnipotent and just God allowing something like this to go on. So, no God or hell; this was just humanity at its lowest.<br/><br/>Every time someone introduced themselves, Ian watched their expressions. For the most part, they were hilarious and awkward and embarrassed. The only time Ian got unsettled was when the circle came to the tried and true theater kids, who took exercises like this seriously. It was creepy, even for Ian, to watch someone have a dead expression and do something asinine like waving their arms manically, or miming that you're petting a cat. And honestly, if petting a cat is a movement that is supposed to represent you, then your life is sad and you are probably a sad person.<br/><br/>The turn came to a small, high-maintenance looking girl who looked like she didn't believe in sunlight. She had the least-awkward introduction out of the lot of them, but it looked very<span style="font-style: italic">rehearsed,</span>for lack of a better word. Either she'd done it before in another group setting or she practiced it on herself in a mirror. He wasn't sure which one was worse. She was at least the most human one out of the group, but he had to disagree. The juiciest part of a person is their legs.<br/><br/>A few other people went before him, but eventually all good things must come to an end and it became his turn. He stepped into the circle and gave a small wave. "I'm Ian Baird, and really I just need the credit," he said, offering an exaggerated shrug. He almost stepped back into the circle, but caught himself at the last second. He'd almost forgotten to do something that represented him. What<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>represent him? He settled on holding his hand to his head like a gun and pulling the trigger, stepping back into the circle. The professor didn't look happy, but she didn't seem to feel like she should call him out.<br/><br/>Eventually they were done, and Professor Dorsey clapped her hands in front of her. He was in awe that she'd lost none of her gusto after seeing the piss-poor display of so many students. "Aaaaalright! Everybody stay where you are and just sit down. I'm going to give everyone a syllabus and then we're going to jump right in!"