<br/><strong>Character name</strong>Professor Michael Hayes<br/><strong>Role</strong>Teacher of history and social studies/ student mentor<br/><strong>mood</strong>: Eager<br/><strong>location</strong>: World history classroom<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: open, any student attending<br/><strong> Description</strong>(Picture if applicable)<div class="floatright">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fb0dXeB5z5Q/U5KKIgTUDiI/AAAAAAAABkg/n7smhRgnxW0/s1600/Centaur.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/>Hayes had seen the orientation party pass by, but hadn't really wanted to involve himself. He was busy preparing the classroom. This school was somewhat odd, and not just the fact that it was for monsters. He was about to teach a group of juniors and seniors who basically had never been freshmen or sophomores. He reckoned most students wouldn't be incredibly thrilled with what he had to teach, but they would need these skills if they were to make it out in the world.<br/><br/>It was doubly strange, because the curriculum for the next few weeks was antiquities, and therefore would involve mythology. So he was going to discuss with them fables and religious texts written about, well their direct ancestors in many cases. He was used to it by now, as his own studies had brought him many stories about the Kentari, many of which had very little to do with actual reality. And the stories of the minotaur, the harpies and the gorgons were all designed to make humans look good and other creatures like, well, monsters.<br/><br/>He attached a few posters with timelines to his wall, and then walked up to the smartscreen to check if his presentation was showing correctly. He started checking through his speaking points and as such lost all sense of time, he didn't notice untill he heard someone enter the room.