This is my class. And I only allow two things. Flawless calculations... and beauty - OTA

[grim_heaper]

Okay, so maybe his powers weren't fully where they needed to be, to take over as Composer for this UG just yet... but that didn't mean he couldn't show these zetta sons of digits who the real power was, here.

Him.

So he might have agreed to run a few classes. And so long as no one minds that he erases the slackers, this should be fine... right?

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Math Class

[grim_heaper]

There are four boards, three of which are FILLED with complex and beautiful calculations, one is ready and waiting. The man at the head of the class was smirking as he watched everyone file in. Once they were seated, he slammed a text book on the desk.

"Any zero can learn math. Which means if any of you factoring sons of digits fail to learn, you're even less than a zero. So books out, pencils out, and who can give me the first decillion digits of Pi?

Art Class

[grim_heaper]

He might have gotten to the room early and....

Well, destroyed might not be the exact term for what he had done to it, but it comes close.

He had either chosen or been assigned a room on the top floor, and that was all to the good, as there no longer was a ceiling. In one corner was what looked, at first glance, like a large pile of trash. Until one noticed that for all it looked precarious... nothing was falling or shifting. And the teacher? Was perched atop the heap. Sitting, watching them file in.

The room no longer had desks and chairs, or rather, the desks and chairs were all in the heap. The floor was covered in a series of drop cloths, there was a pile of masks and gloves in the center of the room, ringed by cans of spray paint, a huge can of white paint, a paint tray, and several rollers.

This... wasn't going to be a theoretical discussion on colour theory, nor was this going to be your typical studio class. And if there were rules about how a teacher was supposed to behave... he clearly ignored them. If he even stuck around to hear them....

Gym Class: CW for violence, potentially.

[grim_heaper]

From somewhere, he had gotten a megaphone. He was standing on a small heap of... things, yelling through it at the students.

"LISTEN UP ALL YOCTOGRAMS! I want you to give me √100 laps. you have T=10X2 Minutes. Losers will be erased. GO!"