<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/7Q9eHE0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sabrina<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12/Afternoon (2 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ethics Class<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>While the classes for the first week or so had been fairly standard, varying between those who had needed remedial lessons and those who had been interested in further education, one block of time seemed to be marked off in precisely the same way for everyone. Or at least, for everyone in groups of twenty or so, everyone in the school seeming to have this same class today, if not quite all at the same time. The choice of teacher, not to mention the little note indicating that this one was mandatory, certainly stood out.<br/>Said teacher, one of the handful of older Poke-humans, silently took in her students as they entered and seated themselves.<br/><br/>Once they were all present, silence fell, regardless of the wishes of the students in the matter.<br/>"We shall put the introductions on hold for a moment," she began, the older woman's voice calm and precise. "And make it clear that this class is at the heart of why this school exists. All else is secondary to this. Now, to begin, a simple question: Why do you think you are here? In this school at all, not simply this room at this time."