Psychology //Class 1//

[Lottii]

Rowan smiled as her lithe frame passed through the doorway of her classroom. Her eyes flickered around the room, taking in the blank walls whilst her mind raced to decide what posters and student work she could decorate with. The tote bag was removed from her arm and unceremoniously dumped onto the desk. Numerous items were removed, several folders, a pencil case and other bits and pieces of stationary. She collected the folders into her arms and spun to face the back wall, a portion of it was covered with a whiteboard, next to which stood a filing cabinet. Placing certain folders in each drawer, the other things cluttering up her desk soon found their place. Five minutes later, the woman released a small sigh as she found herself a red board pen and a black one. Picking up the former, she started in her personal script...
Miss R
...before she erased it with her sleeve and started again in block print.
Miss Rowan Drache
A trace of a contented smile etched across her features as she capped the pen and found the black whiteboard marker.
Psychology
The first topic we will cover is Models of Memory - the different ideas proposed - the different models - of how the human memory system works.
After that we will cover Research Methods, which is almost exactly as it sounds. This will involve devising your own psychological experiment so that I can establish you have learnt everything covered in the topic. In the past, I have found my students benefit from actually running their experiments, and I am happy for you to do this so long as you can find enough participants.
That will probably take us until the end of term, but following those areas we will look at Eye-Witness Testimony and then Non-Verbal Communication.
Rowan replaced the pens in her pencil case and seated herself at the desk. Looking out, three rows of singe tables sat in front of her, four in each row. The classroom was roomy, but not filled with much. The wall to her left was filled with large windows, the right smooth, a pale cream colored expanse of wall, apart from the door. The woman took a childish moment to imagine that, were she a heineous villlian, this would be her lair, herdomain. Rowan tried to think of a kinder word to describe it, but failed, instead choosing to glance up at the clock. A mixture of nerves and excitement filled her as she realized that her students would be arriving any minute.

[Cara]

Cara walked through the academic building until she reached the room where the psychology class was to be held. She had thought a lot about taking this class, but in the end had decided that this class would only increase what she already knew on the topic.

Today she was wearing a cornflower blue pantsuit with a pair of black dress boots. Her boots had slight heels, something new to her, but as she no longer needed to worry about what her dance Madame would say to her about how precious her ankles were, she could now go a little further than flat shoes. Her black hair was pulled up on top of her head in a matching slide. In her hand her carried her tan leather satchel.

Walking into the room, her eyes landed on the teacher and she gave the woman a respectful bow of her head before she headed toward one of the front tables. Sitting down, she opened the satchel and took out the black binder along with a collection of ballpoint pens. Opening the binder, her eyes looked up at the board and she quickly wrote down the teacher's name, the class and a small amount of detail about what psychology was. She then turned to the next page and transcribed the rest of what Miss Drache had written on the board. She knew a bit about Models of Memory, as she'd done a paper on it for her child psychology course. However, going over it in class would be good as she would be able to listen to the opinion of others - there wasn't a lot of different opinions you could pick up when you were doing a course by distance learning.

Outfit

[Lottii]

Harry slipped down the stairs from his halls and hurried across to the classrooms. He doubted he would be late, but he was still concerned about the possibility. Remii was also going to be in this class, another reason for wanting to rush. Smiling, he entered the building and moved down the halls, quickly locating the room where the Psychology class was being held. He knew the teacher also taught the Endurance class which he would be going to, and the Vaulting class which he wouldn't. The thought of his tall frame trying to do gymnastics on horseback amused him slightly, and his expression was still joyous when he entered the room.

Nodding politely at the teacher, he took a seat near to Cara, the only other student in the room, and offered her an rare, unresevered smile. His thoughts were pretty blank, and they soon turned in the direction of Cara's horses. He knew she owned two mares that she was working with and had brought a youngster from the auction. One of the mare's - Truss - he had seen have almost a breakdown when Cara tried to jump her at the show. Harry didn't really know much of the mare's background, and was intreigued why it had happened, and of course, how Cara was working with it. Hoping he wouldn't offend her, or upset the teacher, he wrote a quick note and offered it to the girl. Cara, I hope you don't mind me asking, but since the show I was wondering what made Truss act the way she did? A shyer smile was offered with the note, and his eyes glanced down to the floor, a minimal version of the way he used to duck his head to hide from the view of others.

[Cara]

Cara glanced up from her work as someone took a seat near hers and she returned Harry's smile with one of her own. She returned her attention to her binder, not wanting the teacher to think of her as one of those students who lost all concentration as soon as a boy entered the room.

She glanced over as a movement caught her eye and she took the paper from the male student and her eyes scanned over the paper. Turning it over, she picked up her pen and quickly wrote out her reply in her neat and precise handwriting; Truss is a perfectionist. She clipped a pole in the class and her memories of the past were too much for her so we gracefully bowed out of the class. She paused for a moment and then continued writing. I am having conflicting thoughts about what to do with her. She is a lovely mount, but I am wondering if she would be happier as a pasture-mate for another horse. She glanced up through her eyelashes to watch the teacher before she folded the note and offered it toward Harry with a nod. If they caught caught passing notes and the woman read them, there was nothing there that needed to be kept private.

[Onzy]

Simon slung the messenger bag across one shoulder and made his way out of the dorm. His classes had been varied, but this was the first time that he was going to Psychology. He had already met the teacher, and liked her enough. She was friendly, but so long that he didn't have to make public his past, then he was fine with it. The party had given him a massive shock, but he wasn't going to reveal that to anyone. Doing so would mean admitting that there was something going on in the park way after dark.

He entered the academic building, and almost at once had a panic attack at the swarm of students coming towards him and pushing from the back. He walked as fast as he could, managing to breathe deeply with each step. Entering the class, Simon noted the students already there. He nodded a friendly greeting towards Ms. Drache and took a seat.

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[Myssi]

Melissa knew that many college students were often bogged down with schoolwork, tired, and a grouchy bunch, but she - she was obviously a bit differant. College students did not, by any means, skip to class.

Nevertheless, the sixteen year old blonde was. It was almost cute in an odd sort of fashion, as she sprung from one converse clad foot to the other. Said shoes were black, but had obviously been... decorated my Miss Whitecombe-Bass herself. Vibrant blues and purples of paint were swirled and spattered on the footwear. The jeans she wore were also rather homemade. Faded to a pale denim, and streaked at the flared bottems with green and purple. Her shirt was not decorated is such a manner, though. It was black with a picture of a hat (The Mad Hatter's, to be precise) with a long sleeved shirt under it. The sleeves themselves were striped darker purple to lighter purple, and almost looked too long for Lissa.

Her hair was, as always, carelessly thrown into a messy bun that seemed to have random strands poking out all over it. It also had green and purple highliters in it.

She entered her class happily, scanning the room with a broad smile. She noticed Cara and waved, but quickly moved off to the back of the classroom, happy to stay in the back and watch the class.

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Seamus made his way door the hallway like a tall brooding shadow. The teenager nodded to some of his peers, but otherwise barely acknowledged them. He seemed to be brooding as he made his way to his next class - Pyschology.

Seamus was often called a "Sherlock Holmes of Modern." The boy was absolutely brilliant, bright in many more ways than one. He could become so much in both the science and intellectual world. But such jobs of the scientific community were indoors, more often than not, and very time consuming. It was not Seamus' forte in the slightest to not be able to spend time with his horses, and so his bright intellect was lost to the world of Chemistry and Physics to riding. But he was not going to be kept away from Pyschology.

He entered the class and his eyes found Cara. His heart warmed a great deal, and he went over to take a seat next to her, a smile on his face and in his eyes. "Hey."

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Christian Evans is extremely ill today, and shall not be attending class. My regrets.

[Onzy]

Oi! What's taking you so long?! Alexi shouted down the corridor, a towel wrapped around his waist, covering the most necessary areas. His fit body was still slightly damp, but he waited for Bella to finish with picking out his clothes, before he could actually get dressed for class. I can't present a bad image of! It your first day! she shouted back, a smile playing on her lips. The reason she was helping her friend, best friend, was the fact that Alexi was blind. Okay! I'm finished! she called again, and saw the relief on Alex's face easily. Casey, his guide dog, was sleeping on the bed, and Samson was in Bella's room.

She had finished a while ago, and was now proceeding to pace the corridor in the dorms quietly. A few minutes later, Alex was ready, and the pair proceeded towards the Academic building. Bella had hooked her arm through Alexi's and Casey walked on the other side. It's going to be okay. It has to be, Alex muttered to himself, and Bella turned her head towards him. I think you are what this place needs. Just be yourself, she answered, just as quietly.

Alexi walked along, knowing the general area that he was in, but it was much busier than before. He heard students walking up and down, brushing past him, staring. He steeled himself, and pushed the aviator sunglasses onto the bridge of his nose. All his things were in Bella's messenger bag, all that it really was a tape recorder. It was how he studied his work. Record, type notes in braille, and then dictate to a scribe during exams.

Bella pushed open the door, and went in first, pulling Alexi along gently. Casey knew what to do, and stopped to wait for Bella. The dog trusted her enough to help his master. Bella looked for open seats in the front of the class, and when she found them, she seated Alexi first, and herself next to him. She shook her head at the way Alexi lounged in his seat, and took out his recorder, and her own stationary. Finding the notebook she had covered for Psychology, she jotted down what was written on the board.

There were about 5 other students there, well that was what Bella whispered to him. Alexi focussed on blocking out the other sounds, and on the task ahead.

[StarGirl]

I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.
I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.
TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.
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Bryce Wiconi McArthur

Bryce wandered down the hall, temporarily forgetting where he was headed. He let his thoughts stray and thought of nothings, connecting those nothings with other nothings, and on and on. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he reached the end of the hall and realized that he had passed his next class. He pulled out the piece of paper with the room number on it and started back up the hall. Reaching the correct door he paused for a mental check. He cleared his mind and created a new mind set, adjusting his face for a quiet, confident persona. This was currently his favorite mask, disliking the alternatives of tough guy and class clown. He was nauseatingly nervous though, he had no one at the school that he knew and wasn't as confident as he was trying to appear.
He entered the classroom with his small smile and nodded to the teacher, noting the variety of peers. He made his way to a desk near the back and a girl with highlighters in her hair. He slid into the desk and pulled out an unused spiral and a sharpie. He smoothly scrawled Psychology - 2011 across the front. Turning to the first page, he summarized and outlined what was written on the board and printed it on the paper. He then flipped the page again and slid his pencil behind his ear, ready for class to begin.

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