And so, to each of your 5th period classes you go.
In philosophy, you are greeted by a short, aged chinese man standing at the door to your class, eyeing many students warily as they enter his class. Once the bell rings, he slams the door, and waves a stick with a slip of paper on it at the door, saying something in chinese. Once done, which is a 5 minute ritual, he claps to himself quietly with a smile, and then hobbles infront of his desk. His stature seems even shorter now, barely standing over his 4 ft. desk. He rubs his chin, summing up the students in the class. "Aura's all abound. No matter, I'm not as young as I used to be." He says in an aged, semi-whiney voice, "Good morning class. I am Kiran Yomada. I am your philosophy teacher. Though I will mostly focus on several of the Chinese philosophies, I will cover most ancient philosophers, their beliefs, and of course, their philosophies." He turns around, and begins to pace the length of his desk in front of the class. You can hear mumbling, and he stops, faces the class with a dire expression of anger, "Should you bring any bad luck into my class, I shall clense you myself!" After bringing himself together almost immediately after that outburst, he smiles. "Now then, how about those rules slips that you need signed?" He pulls out his stick again, and waves it menacingly at the class. A rip in the paper, and pieces of paper similar to it land on each students desk, each of them with the same chinese on his. Then each paper turns into a standard permission slip and rules summary.
At the bottom of the rules summary, in big black bold letters, reads "NO BAD LUCK."
In english, a tall young man, tall, white with spiked brown hair and a black T-shirt that labels several different kinds of weapons, each of them displayed in polygon, enters the class 10 minutes late. "(english)So this is my class. I have much work to do, for this class has not yet learned the meaning of life." "(japanese) Good morning class, my name is Ezekial. That is what I would like to be called by. To learn my last name, you'll have to learn some of my native tongue." He smiles, saying something to himself in english about zombies and cults.
In Earth Science, an aging man in green robes enters the class. The tables at which each of you sat at sink into the ground beneath you, in what appears to be quicksand. The classroom walls begin to overgrow with foliage and vines. It gets cooler in the class. "Ah, that's much better. It would be much less trouble if I didn't have to do that at the beginning of each day." Looking down at a dumbfounded class. "Ah, my name is Druid Elder Scarletoak, but you may call me Mr. Scarlet or Scarlet-san, whichever suits you," Looking to J.K. After the class has been handed a rule's form by a walking bush, and after he has gone over the rules, he says "Ah, and if any of you are interested, or haven't noticed, I sponser the Nature's Friends school club. We are holding our first gathering this friday after school at the Extraordinary Animal Grazing Area a little after dusk." When he says this, a couple of the students begin wispering to each other "Isn't that friday a full moon?" "Ya, the full moon is all that weekend." "What's that supposed to meen?" "Didn't you know, buncha were's hang out in that club. Everything from bat's to zebra's." Another pipes into their conversation,"You idiot, don't you know anything, only carniverous animals qualify as lycanthropes." In retort the other student replies, "Hey, if you know so much, why don't you be one of them?" She blushes, and turns away. She is Asian-Indian (
(OOC: From India 
), with short, tied back platinum hair, platinum eyes, and a long daimond in the center of her forhead, stretching from an inch above her brow to a centimeter from her hair line. She is dressed in loose fitting garments, similar to long scarves, in hues orange and red.
And with that, the bell rings, signalling the end of this class and the beginning of the next.
