Studying Classics Novels & Stories

I am so fucking done. I was watching her class making sure that she obeyed me and didn't go wandering around outside. I had the volume off because I was listening to the asshole tutor pontificating on something he knew nothing about. I guess he figured since we were Hollywood kids that we were stupid. One of the perks of my new set-up is that I can study pretty much anything I want, as long as they're creditworthy. I chose ancient Eastern philosophy because that's my shit. Most people never get beyond Confucius, not me. I read them all.

It was an interesting story about the rescue of various characters from the wrath of the Gods. “Well two reasons, first it is a culture which is important. The second reason, which is the most important, is that the upper gentry will try and use academic snobbery as a way to get you on the back foot!” Andrew explained. “Hmm like you tried to?” Grace pointed out. “Yes, but they will be more sly about it and could use it to undermine your authority. Plus, you will need to blend sometimes. Without classics, you will stand out like a sore thumb in certain circles!” Andrew explained.

Charlie smiled and asked her, “How do you feel after finishing the whole master class?” “Great!” Claire could not help but sigh. “The background of the top design schools as well as the thinking of the top design masters are difficult for a small designer like me to learn by myself. It’s just like how those who study classical music would have to go to the top classical music academies such as Curtis and Juilliard to realize how far you are from the top.” With that said, Claire laughed at herself and said seriously, “I actually feel that an elementary school student like me who has come to this kind of top hall is not here to learn something, but it is more like a pilgrimage.”

It is all too much but I keep my face neutral and manage to keep eye contact with him as minimal as possible. "Mr. Bryan. You first." Professor Orion says. Before Tristan even says anything, I already feel a sense of foreboding. "I get the sense from this lecture that you think the classics aren't shit," Tristan says and a part of the class erupts into laughter, I can literally hear the glee in his voice as he continues in spite of the disturbance, "this contradicts what every single author and readers alike, claims. Why do you think you are qualified to judge the place of classics in the creative writing world and on what basics exactly do you execute this judgement?"

Terms passed by without definition: territory courtesy, moon conduct, aerial restrictions, debt circles, unclaimed corridors, sanctioned duels, feeding consent, flame containment, oath residue. By the end, her folder had added three new pages on its own. Her schedule appeared next. At least, she thought it was a schedule. Some of the class names made sense individually, but not together. Foundations of Species Law. Applied Defensive Theory. Introduction to Old Contracts. Etiquette Across Predatory Cultures. Human Studies: Independent Placement. Amelia stared at the last one until the letters blurred. Human Studies. Independent Placement. Beside her, the sharp-toothed boy leaned over.

“Good. Thank you. That was the whole idea. I want you all to think about what you believe today and why you believe it. It will help you understand the ancient civilizations that put a great deal of stock into the gods they worshipped. I hope it will give you a better understanding of the ancient Greek culture. For anyone on the path of a history major, this class is a huge foundation for all the things you will learn about later on. Folks that are pursuing a literature degree will also be able to use the information. Look at what Shakespeare did with it.” There were a few chuckles and I once again got the impression they all thought I was full of shit and blowing a lot of hot air. Except th

He still had a long way to go in earning my trust. We got to our next class. We had English. Today’s class, we were discussing the classic, Gulliver’s travels. Most of the class seemed bored with the discussion. Daniel and I seemed to be the only weird ones enjoying the lesson. And that was another thing we had in common. Our deep, great love for the classics. “Miss Juliet,” the teacher called to Juliet, getting the entire class’ attention. “Is there anything you would like to share with the class?”

The man is a fucking Lycan for crying out loud and my professor, apparently. "Good day class, this course is titled Classics of Lykae History, and I am your professor, Kael Aspen." He pauses briefly, his blue orbs scanning the rows of students seated before before continuing, "There are no rules that you must follow in this lesson, you may take questions or share the knowledge you wish, I would appreciate constructive comments and help during the discussion time.. Strictly during the discussion time." I bring out my notepad and a pen, trying to focus. I have to focus. It does not matter that my husband is my professor, I have to listen and know these things. This is why the King enrolled me

I just roll my eyes and he continues, “But thanks to that, my eyes fell on this poor soul who is trying to find a book for English class to do her essay on, you have to hear their assignment, it’s so interesting. I am so eager for our English class; they have so many cool assignments like these. So apparently you have to find a story from the classics, like duh, you have to. I mean that’s why they are called classic.”

You once told me that documentaries felt like someone tried to suck the humanity out of human experiences. ‘Because of that, you were very passionate about your area of study—classics with a focus on the history of western philosophy. You liked how you could piece together the way our ancestors thought. I always thought that it was similar to how you worked through niche academic texts. You treated them all like puzzles. ‘I once asked you why you didn’t like mystery novels, or why you didn’t go into an area of study that required more active problem solving, and you told me that you wanted a challenge. If there was only ever a single correct answer, you once said, then—’