Correspondence Scholarship, Class Eight [Tuesday Morning, July 29]
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benthic_universityAny students arriving to the classroom expecting shenanigans would be proven completely correct. This week, the door was a veritable barricade of wooden boards and assembled trash. Affixed to it were ten notes in at least eleven different languages. Notices from The Beleaguered Dean. Each stated that this course had been officially canceled, and that the students were not at all to return to this room under pain of expulsion.
And, of course, no refunds.
Underneath, there was a patch of frost. As one looked at the note, and not at the frost, it became clear: there was no class this week. It wasn’t allowed. If there was no class, then there was no sense in staying here to study. You’d have to leave.
And where else would one very much not be allowed to study the Correspondence?
One by one, each student figured out this new location puzzle, making their way to the streets surrounding The Bazaar.
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And, of course, no refunds.
Underneath, there was a patch of frost. As one looked at the note, and not at the frost, it became clear: there was no class this week. It wasn’t allowed. If there was no class, then there was no sense in staying here to study. You’d have to leave.
And where else would one very much not be allowed to study the Correspondence?
One by one, each student figured out this new location puzzle, making their way to the streets surrounding The Bazaar.
( Read more... )
