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Part II

You have now finally arrived at Lerdwichugal’s Academy of the Arts and you could not believe what you saw. A giant castle appeared in front of you, featuring giant collections of red brick with black towers sporting flags on the top. You couldn’t make out what flags were up top because of the height, but you were in awe of the design.

“Pretty cool huh?” Paul says. “Yeah, I guess.” You say back. This was really something to take in. You knew the school was massive but you had no idea just how glamorous the school was. You had never even SEEN a castle before, let alone go to school in one. What could be inside was on your mind, and as you were driving up it seemed that it looked a little like …

“… Okay, wir fahren jetzt hoch.” You step out of the limo as you hear Paul talking on the phone. “Natürlich bringe ich sie zur Sprache. ... ja, das machen wir ... schau mal, eine aufgabe, mann ... ok, wir werden bald aufstehen” Paul hangs up his phone and puts in his pocket. “Alright (First-Name), before we go in, I should let you that the principal would like to have a word with you. So before we can do anything else we gotta take care of that.” “Wait, what about my stuff?” “Don’t worry, the team will have it covered.”

The two of you walk in. As you do, you see the walls are painted golden yellow and the floors carpeted red. The two of you continue your journey until you reach a room labeled “Principal’s Office” in bold letters. Underneath in smaller letters reads “Unauthorized entry will be punished.” You shiver at that phrase. What could that mean? All that was clear was that this was a principal that meant business. You braced yourself for what was to come as you entered.

You opened the door and saw a few chairs as well as a desk which contained some pictures facing the opposite direction and a nametag which read Principal Epsilon. At least you knew what to call him, you thought to yourself. A man with brown skin, slicked black hair, and a black suit comes out into the room. He sits on the desk. This is him you figured. He sits down on his desk and looks at you. He reads a paper and asks “Are you (First-Name) (Last-Name)?” “Yes” You reply. “Thank you. Paul can you stand outside while I have word with Miss (Last-Name) alone please?” “Yes sir”. Paul says and walks out.

As the door shuts behind, you sit face to face with the man who will be dictating most of your academic decisions for the next couple of years. You wonder what he possibly has to say to you. You speak up to ask a question “P-p-p Principal Epsilon?”

He then proceeds laugh. “Oh that!” he says pointing to his sign. “Don’t worry about it. Just call me Mr. Aje.” “Aje?” you say with great confusion. What could Aje possibly mean? “Oh, Aje is short my initials. My name is Anthony John Epsilon. I just wanted to get to know you before I send you out into the wild.

This was surreal. Here you were expecting a mean harsh principal like in those old movies, but this guy is cracking jokes and goes by a nickname. What was going on here? Not that you were complaining but still, it was ridiculous. “So, what brings you to Lerdwichugal’s Academy of the Arts?” You get jolted out of your thoughts and brought back to reality. “Uhhh, I heard this was a really good place to attend. There wasn’t much reason, I didn’t think I would get in. I was told I had nothing to lose but, here I am.” “OK.” He said.
“Look I know you are scared of me.” “What? No, I’m not scared!” You reply with haste. How was he able to read you? You thought you must have put on a great poker face. “(First-Name), you’re not the first to appear this way, I’ve seen it before.” He replies. He then moves his hands and continues “You know I do give off the impression of a disciplinarian but I’m not as harsh as you might think. Don’t get me wrong, I will enforce the rules if need be, but I want to get to know the students as their friend. I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to be honest. Do you feel overwhelmed being here?”

Ouch. This man wasn’t kidding. He was able to see everything. Well, no use in hiding it now. He would know if you were lying. “Honestly, yes. I don’t know. It’s just … this school seems so grandiose and, I don’t know if I’m truly cut out for it. I mean I want to be here but …” “Stop.” Aje suddenly cut you off. He then turned a picture on his desk around. The picture did contain four young-looking men surrounded by old-school aircraft. They were all wearing uniforms and you could see one did bear a resemblance to Aje, expect with no mustache, longer hair, and less polish.

“This is from my time in the Air Force.” Air Force? You never expected an Air Force pilot from this man. He then stops and stares down, and you can tell he was remembering something from his past. “I didn’t know you were an air force pilot.” You said. “Of course, you don’t. I didn’t mention it.” He said back. “You know, I did have big artistic visions as a kid, and I did want to fulfill them. However, I did not have what you might call a privileged background. We didn’t have much money, and I couldn’t afford college, so I ended up joining the military to make some income.”

He then pauses and looks at the photograph again. “To be honest, I was pretty freaked out at first. The risk as you know was massive, and I didn’t know whether or not Reagan’s rhetoric was going to provoke war or not. But I met these guys, my old buddies. We did a lot together, and we did so without having to fight the Russians. After I completed my service, I got an art degree, found my way to this school as a teacher, and here I am now.

You sat aback and took it all in. “Hey, why are you telling me this?” You ask. Aje sits and replies “I don’t want you to feel lonely here. I know the student body here, and I don’t want you to feel left out. You’re going to need confidence in order to fit in and succeed. Does that make sense?” “Yes” you reply. “So are you ready to come in to this school?” “Yes Mr. Aje.” You reply with more confidence. “All right, welcome to Lerdwichugal’s Academy of the Arts.”

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FANDOM ACADEMY

Part II

You have now finally arrived at Lerdwichugal’s Academy of the Arts and you could not believe what you saw. A giant castle appeared in front of you, featuring giant collections of red brick with black towers sporting flags on the top. You couldn’t make out what flags were up top because of the height, but you were in awe of the design.

“Pretty cool huh?” Paul says. “Yeah, I guess.” You say back. This was really something to take in. You knew the school was massive but you had no idea just how glamorous the school was. You had never even SEEN a castle before, let alone go to school in one. What could be inside was on your mind, and as you were driving up it seemed that it looked a little like …

“… Okay, wir fahren jetzt hoch.” You step out of the limo as you hear Paul talking on the phone. “Natürlich bringe ich sie zur Sprache. ... ja, das machen wir ... schau mal, eine aufgabe, mann ... ok, wir werden bald aufstehen” Paul hangs up his phone and puts in his pocket. “Alright (First-Name), before we go in, I should let you that the principal would like to have a word with you. So before we can do anything else we gotta take care of that.” “Wait, what about my stuff?” “Don’t worry, the team will have it covered.”

The two of you walk in. As you do, you see the walls are painted golden yellow and the floors carpeted red. The two of you continue your journey until you reach a room labeled “Principal’s Office” in bold letters. Underneath in smaller letters reads “Unauthorized entry will be punished.” You shiver at that phrase. What could that mean? All that was clear was that this was a principal that meant business. You braced yourself for what was to come as you entered.

You opened the door and saw a few chairs as well as a desk which contained some pictures facing the opposite direction and a nametag which read Principal Epsilon. At least you knew what to call him, you thought to yourself. A man with brown skin, slicked black hair, and a black suit comes out into the room. He sits on the desk. This is him you figured. He sits down on his desk and looks at you. He reads a paper and asks “Are you (First-Name) (Last-Name)?” “Yes” You reply. “Thank you. Paul can you stand outside while I have word with Miss (Last-Name) alone please?” “Yes sir”. Paul says and walks out.

As the door shuts behind, you sit face to face with the man who will be dictating most of your academic decisions for the next couple of years. You wonder what he possibly has to say to you. You speak up to ask a question “P-p-p Principal Epsilon?”

He then proceeds laugh. “Oh that!” he says pointing to his sign. “Don’t worry about it. Just call me Mr. Aje.” “Aje?” you say with great confusion. What could Aje possibly mean? “Oh, Aje is short my initials. My name is Anthony John Epsilon. I just wanted to get to know you before I send you out into the wild.

This was surreal. Here you were expecting a mean harsh principal like in those old movies, but this guy is cracking jokes and goes by a nickname. What was going on here? Not that you were complaining but still, it was ridiculous. “So, what brings you to Lerdwichugal’s Academy of the Arts?” You get jolted out of your thoughts and brought back to reality. “Uhhh, I heard this was a really good place to attend. There wasn’t much reason, I didn’t think I would get in. I was told I had nothing to lose but, here I am.” “OK.” He said.
“Look I know you are scared of me.” “What? No, I’m not scared!” You reply with haste. How was he able to read you? You thought you must have put on a great poker face. “(First-Name), you’re not the first to appear this way, I’ve seen it before.” He replies. He then moves his hands and continues “You know I do give off the impression of a disciplinarian but I’m not as harsh as you might think. Don’t get me wrong, I will enforce the rules if need be, but I want to get to know the students as their friend. I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to be honest. Do you feel overwhelmed being here?”

Ouch. This man wasn’t kidding. He was able to see everything. Well, no use in hiding it now. He would know if you were lying. “Honestly, yes. I don’t know. It’s just … this school seems so grandiose and, I don’t know if I’m truly cut out for it. I mean I want to be here but …” “Stop.” Aje suddenly cut you off. He then turned a picture on his desk around. The picture did contain four young-looking men surrounded by old-school aircraft. They were all wearing uniforms and you could see one did bear a resemblance to Aje, expect with no mustache, longer hair, and less polish.

“This is from my time in the Air Force.” Air Force? You never expected an Air Force pilot from this man. He then stops and stares down, and you can tell he was remembering something from his past. “I didn’t know you were an air force pilot.” You said. “Of course, you don’t. I didn’t mention it.” He said back. “You know, I did have big artistic visions as a kid, and I did want to fulfill them. However, I did not have what you might call a privileged background. We didn’t have much money, and I couldn’t afford college, so I ended up joining the military to make some income.”

He then pauses and looks at the photograph again. “To be honest, I was pretty freaked out at first. The risk as you know was massive, and I didn’t know whether or not Reagan’s rhetoric was going to provoke war or not. But I met these guys, my old buddies. We did a lot together, and we did so without having to fight the Russians. After I completed my service, I got an art degree, found my way to this school as a teacher, and here I am now.

You sat aback and took it all in. “Hey, why are you telling me this?” You ask. Aje sits and replies “I don’t want you to feel lonely here. I know the student body here, and I don’t want you to feel left out. You’re going to need confidence in order to fit in and succeed. Does that make sense?” “Yes” you reply. “So are you ready to come in to this school?” “Yes Mr. Aje.” You reply with more confidence. “All right, welcome to Lerdwichugal’s Academy of the Arts.”