his pajamas. “Alright, I’m ready ,” The boy said, grabbing the top sheet from his bed and throwing it over the rest. “They like when we make our beds.”
Jay smiled. This was not the type of person he expected to find at the Academy, but he was nevertheless happy to have made a friend. They turned to leave.
“So are we actually going to class Decathlon? You know it doesn't start for another hour right?”
Jay had been so preoccupied he had not noticed the time. He realized the boy was right. “How about we get some breakfast?” Jay suggested. He was not sure why, but he was starting to get surprisingly hungry.
“Sounds good to me. I’m Michael by the way. If you want you can call me Mike. Or Mickey, or M, or hey you, honestly I really don’t care what you call me. I figure I’ll get a nickname at some point, everybody does.”
Jay was surprised this boy, Michael, could be so relaxed while having such a firm understanding of what was going on. “My name is Jay, but you can call me Decathlon,” Jay said jokingly. He figured if that was the name they were going to give him, he might as well get used to it.
JAY WAS DISSAPOINTED when he walked back to the dormitories that afternoon after classes. All three classes consisted of the same thing; the professors introduced themselves, tried to intimidate the students into taking the class seriously, explained how things worked at the school and in the classes, tried once again to intimidate the students, and then were dismissed. Jay was looking forward to learning more about his ability, and how to use it properly. Jay liked the way the classes were set up though; they allowed for students to go at their own pace, and made sure the students learned the material before they could go on.
Each class was one hour and fifteen minutes long, and met Monday through Thursday. Fridays would be set aside as testing days to see who had successfully learned the previous week’s material. The tests were graded on pass or fail, but the professors would only pass students if they had the material down perfectly. If a test was not passed on one Friday, the student would have to retake the test on a later Friday until it was passed. The professor would continue teaching class at the normal time as if everyone had passed, then would hold an extra session in the evenings for each class, where students can come in and go over past material. Once a student passes every weekly test for a particular class, they can take the class’s final assessment, which consists of material from the entire semester. When a student successfully passes this final assessment, they can go on to the next class for that particular subject. There are two weeks between semesters where students can attempt final assessments. If they pass, they may begin the next level at the start to the following semester. If they do not pass, they repeat the same class they had previously taken.
Jay was glad to see there were not many second year students in his classes. He was excited to learn, but he was also still nervous that he would not be able to keep up. He decided he would attend the evening sessions even if he were passing the tests, just to make sure he knew what was going on.
The one thing Jay wanted to learn more than anything else was how to control his ability. He liked that he was a reader, but the constant flow of pictures going through his head would never stop anymore, and it was beginning to cause him headaches.
“How do you deal with the pictures?” He asked Michael while they got dinner that night.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you appear to be so relaxed, how can you be relaxed with so many pictures going through your head all the time?”
Michael looked confused. “Have you tried just not looking at people?”
Not looking at people? Jay could not figure out what this had to do with mind reading.
Jay smiled. This was not the type of person he expected to find at the Academy, but he was nevertheless happy to have made a friend. They turned to leave.
“So are we actually going to class Decathlon? You know it doesn't start for another hour right?”
Jay had been so preoccupied he had not noticed the time. He realized the boy was right. “How about we get some breakfast?” Jay suggested. He was not sure why, but he was starting to get surprisingly hungry.
“Sounds good to me. I’m Michael by the way. If you want you can call me Mike. Or Mickey, or M, or hey you, honestly I really don’t care what you call me. I figure I’ll get a nickname at some point, everybody does.”
Jay was surprised this boy, Michael, could be so relaxed while having such a firm understanding of what was going on. “My name is Jay, but you can call me Decathlon,” Jay said jokingly. He figured if that was the name they were going to give him, he might as well get used to it.
JAY WAS DISSAPOINTED when he walked back to the dormitories that afternoon after classes. All three classes consisted of the same thing; the professors introduced themselves, tried to intimidate the students into taking the class seriously, explained how things worked at the school and in the classes, tried once again to intimidate the students, and then were dismissed. Jay was looking forward to learning more about his ability, and how to use it properly. Jay liked the way the classes were set up though; they allowed for students to go at their own pace, and made sure the students learned the material before they could go on.
Each class was one hour and fifteen minutes long, and met Monday through Thursday. Fridays would be set aside as testing days to see who had successfully learned the previous week’s material. The tests were graded on pass or fail, but the professors would only pass students if they had the material down perfectly. If a test was not passed on one Friday, the student would have to retake the test on a later Friday until it was passed. The professor would continue teaching class at the normal time as if everyone had passed, then would hold an extra session in the evenings for each class, where students can come in and go over past material. Once a student passes every weekly test for a particular class, they can take the class’s final assessment, which consists of material from the entire semester. When a student successfully passes this final assessment, they can go on to the next class for that particular subject. There are two weeks between semesters where students can attempt final assessments. If they pass, they may begin the next level at the start to the following semester. If they do not pass, they repeat the same class they had previously taken.
Jay was glad to see there were not many second year students in his classes. He was excited to learn, but he was also still nervous that he would not be able to keep up. He decided he would attend the evening sessions even if he were passing the tests, just to make sure he knew what was going on.
The one thing Jay wanted to learn more than anything else was how to control his ability. He liked that he was a reader, but the constant flow of pictures going through his head would never stop anymore, and it was beginning to cause him headaches.
“How do you deal with the pictures?” He asked Michael while they got dinner that night.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you appear to be so relaxed, how can you be relaxed with so many pictures going through your head all the time?”
Michael looked confused. “Have you tried just not looking at people?”
Not looking at people? Jay could not figure out what this had to do with mind reading.
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