Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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"Just because his dick is bigger than yours," He snorted and lifted a brow ”Oh really? Maybe I’ll join you guys sometime, see if you’re lying.” He smirked, having a feeling she was. "could be arranged," He turned his attention back to the female on his other side and rolled his eyes. ”sadistic little thing aren’t you.” He smirked, knowing full well she probably could have hot coal delivered to his dorm at a moment’s notice. Money unlocked many doors. Something he’d probably never experience. "She was fuming when she found out this was mandatory. Never seen her so angry," He glanced towards Theia again and shrugged. ”I’m leaving her to it” He muttered, not wanting to set off the already ticking time bomb. As the professor began talking to the room again, Mal watched as he analysed and criticised each of their answers, half smirking when he didn’t bother replying to his own comment.
"Since most here in the room are more inclined to assume, let us play a game. It's quite simple. There is only one main rule - everyone is fair game. It's called Assumptions. You'll catch on quickly enough. For you, mister 'My Mental Health is Declining by Being Here', I'm going to assume that you are a Cocky Bastard. Go on now, make your return assumptions about me." Malachai sat back in his chair and half crossed his legs, letting his right foot rest on top of his left knee. Well things just got interesting. Prof seemed to have a sharp tongue. His smirk returned as he labelled the five of them, tipping his head slightly in a nod as he received his label. He was indeed a cocky bastard. ”hole in one shaye.” He cast a sideways glance at Shiloh ”Especially with blondie” He kept his opinion to himself for a change, opting to observe the man a little longer in order to get a better read on him. "Thank you, I can't wait to get that made into a badge. I'm glad you noticed the status without the need for my crown." He snorted and rolled his eyes. ”She isn’t joking either Pash, she definitely owns a crown.”
"that's him all over, isn't it? But if he's testing this out at least the rest of us will know the actual consequences." Danielle sat forward slightly in her chair as she looked towards Alisha. ”True but he’s still a little shit for ditching us.” Knowing Deimos he was probably passed out in bed while they were stuck in mental health hell. "I don't want to be here," She shrugged and let out a soft sigh. ”None of us want to be here theia. . but you do seem more annoyed than the rest of us. .” She mused before looking back down at the paper in front of her. She filled out a few things that didn’t require much internal soul searching while the others voiced their opinions. "Quite right Miss. A state of well-being, affecting how a person thinks, feels and behaves." She looked back up, half smiling to herself as her eyes rested on Pasha when he spoke about her answer, happy that she’d actually replied correctly. She wasn’t the most book smart out of the group and she still took pleasure in getting things right.
Dani watched the man address the class curiously, he clearly seemed at home in the classroom and wasn’t afraid to speak out and challenge people’s opinions. She glanced at the others as the man began labelling their group, coughing to cover a snort as he pretty much nailed each of her friends. "And you Miss 'Appreciating Attractive Men', I'm going to assume that you are generally a nice individual, if a little too bold." She looked back to him, lifting her chin slightly as she hid a smirk. Well crap he’d heard her comment. ”Well seeing as you labelled us almost a little too perfectly, I’d say you’re either unnaturally good at reading people or the head of the university gave you a heads up on who to look out for”
18 - sarcastic - tough - street kid/stablehand/student - single
”Oh really? Maybe I’ll join you guys sometime, see if you’re lying.” Alisha tilted her head in consideration and her lips twisted into a slight smile. "Perhaps that would make for an interesting evening," She mused, after all, Tripp had been open to the idea of Dei joining them, why not the equally disturbed and emotionally unattached Mal. "He does trump you though, sorry to be the bearer of bad news that you're not swinging around the biggest dick on campus," She blew him a kiss and turned to Dani as she heard her speak ”True but he’s still a little shit for ditching us.” Alisha shrugged and dropped a little lower in her chair, "He's always a shit, why break the habit of a lifetime." She snorted, "but if he gets away with it at least we can next time," She had no intention of coming back to group therapy bullshit.
Alisha tuned in to the professor up front as he began roasting them all a new asshole. She didn't care that they were practically attacking the guy, he might well be good looking but that didn't mean he got off scott free - not when they'd be subjected to this. She was sure he'd get a better reception if this had been voluntary, or if people had been allowed to go to him. As it happened, this was just a waste of her valuable time. She half zoned out as he answered the others in turn, not bothering to tune in and catch his responses. Instead, her attention turned to her nails, they were in need of a touch up, and she gave a small sigh at the sorry state of them - she'd book in at the nail bar later.
"Who here said that what you find amusing means you need therapy? If you are so inclined and enlightened my dear to want to understand yourself, you are all the more welcome to put headphones in your ears and ignore this class. No one here is saying you are fucked up - that's your own label on something you don't like." She glanced up after a delayed moment, realising he was now addressing her. Her look was bored and somewhat standoffish. He might indeed be pretty to look at, but no pretty face was going to force her to open up about her past and what had made her the way she was. She didn't bother to reply, she sensed he wasn't even waiting one - and then he continued anyway.
"Since most here in the room are more inclined to assume, let us play a game. It's quite simple. There is only one main rule - everyone is fair game. It's called Assumptions. You'll catch on quickly enough, Starting with Miss 'We Don't Get to Understand Things On Our Own'. I assume that you are a Know it All. For you, mister 'My Mental Health is Declining by Being Here', I'm going to assume that you are a Cocky Bastard. You, Miss 'We're All Here By Force', I'm assuming that you are a Bitchy Queen Bee that wants everything her own way. And Finally Miss 'Bullshit Questions' - I'm going to assume that you are Pissed at the World and Like Following in other people's shadows. And you Miss 'Appreciating Attractive Men', I'm going to assume that you are generally a nice individual, if a little too bold. Go on now, make your return assumptions about me." Alisha pulled a face, her top lip curling as she frowned. "Uhhh are you even allowed to talk to us like that?" She looked him up and down like he was worth a lot less, her voice brash. "Which one am I supposed to be? If you give us name badges I'm sure we'd love to write them down for you." She rolled her eyes. "You want an assumption? Fine, have several." She pursed her lips as she coldly swept her gaze over him, unimpressed. "I assume you haven't been laid in quite some time, which attributes to the uptightness of your self rigteous attitude. In fact I bet your divorced. And now gay...because no woman would put up with you." She didn't care that it wasn't what he was asking for and it was petty - he'd irritated her now.
Pasha let the class respond in turn with their own arguments and raised a slight brow.
"It's still my choice, ours choice if we decide whether or not we want to seek out help. It is a choice - whether you do something about it or not, whether you choose to wallow or accept it or whatever. I don't appreciate having my choice taken away from me, and not even just that.. but to be threatened to attend this session. Please explain how that puts anyone in a good mindset to discuss their mental wellbeing?"
Theia shrugged, unaffected by the name calling, as she often was when people tried to insult her. "Why should I? You've hit the nail on head with our motley crew, perfect assumptions Mr Therapist, and I don't care to know a damn cent about you."
"Yes, you all have a choice, but this is one of those fickle things when it comes to choice and mental health but we won't dive on that today, I don't think anyone here is actually capable understanding. But yes, you have a choice to seek out help. This is one class a week for little under an hour Miss - but let's review something," he leaned over and picked up a piece of paper from the desk and cleared his throat, "This new class is mandatory, being only one day a week, to talk about mental health and will take up only five percent of your final grade. Failure to attend class may see disciplinary action... I don't read anything here that says you are being held at gun point. And the definition of a threat, to be threatened is a statement of an intention to inflict pain, injury, damage, or other hostile action on someone in retribution for something done or not done."
He smiled, "So, that means you are afraid and by choice you remain. Interesting. And that's fine, I don't expect anyone to actually care. You all have your own agendas. But this class isn't here for you to soul search and understand, that is what Fridays are for."
"Yeah, I would. It's their life, they can go around fucking it up however they want." She smiled sweetly. "You're taking away my fun by taking away my afternoon. I have things I'd rather be doing." "Thank you, I can't wait to get that made into a badge. I'm glad you noticed the status without the need for my crown." She was damn right the queen bee, and she wouldn't have it any other way. "I'm going to assume you make most of you salary on women who come crying to you about their cheating husbands. And, FYI, if you slipped them a little something extra they'd probably get over it a hell of a lot quicker."
He tilted his head slightly to the side, "Well then, I imagine you'd be fine going back to your dorm room to find a friend dead from an overdose. It's not a title I would be proud of personally, queen bees tend to alienate others for their own benefits because they are too lazy to work for their own satisfaction - handed everything. And you are wrong about that assumption. A lot of my salary comes from trying to help young adults put their lives back together after attempting to end everything, because they have an abusive past, or have neurological disorders."
”Hole in one Shaye.” He cast a sideways glance at Shiloh ”Especially with blondie.” He kept his opinion to himself for a change, opting to observe the man a little longer in order to get a better read on him. He snorted and rolled his eyes. ”She isn’t joking either Pash, she definitely owns a crown.”
Pasha looked over to the young man, taking a moment to assess him a little more. He was a little harder to crack than the girls. "I have no doubt that she owns a crown, though I'm willing to guess it's cheap plastic and mirror backed glass gems."
”Well seeing as you labelled us almost a little too perfectly, I’d say you’re either unnaturally good at reading people or the head of the university gave you a heads up on who to look out for.”
Pasha turned slightly to face the next speaker, "If I knew who to look out for, I'd be calling you by your names, alas I don't. Before I became a therapist for the public, I was a Forensic Psychologist. I was often in legal rooms helping to define the states of men and women for the crimes they committed. I read people without having to talk to them most of the time. So yes, I've spoken with serial killers, sociopaths, psychopaths and almost every other sick and twisted bastards that are in various prisons."
"Uhhh are you even allowed to talk to us like that?" She looked him up and down like he was worth a lot less, her voice brash. "Which one am I supposed to be? If you give us name badges I'm sure we'd love to write them down for you." She rolled her eyes. "You want an assumption? Fine, have several." She pursed her lips as she coldly swept her gaze over him, unimpressed. "I assume you haven't been laid in quite some time, which attributes to the uptightness of your self rigteous attitude. In fact I bet your divorced. And now gay...because no woman would put up with you."
"You're the one that claimed that you are here by force. Is your memory that trash?" Pasha's smile turned into a smirk as he waved the paper in his hand, "If you cared to read the letters sent out to you, you'd know that yes, I am allowed to speak to you like this. To quote - these lessons are no bars held." He laughed at her assumptions, how wild, "Now to disprove that - I'm not uptight, if I was, this class would be a lot more torturous for you, and my ability to get laid is more on point than yours. I am not self righteous, I'm actually quite self deprecating on a regular basis. I am quite happily gay and will remain that way until the sun stops shining, and never married - and if marrying a woman was on my list of things to do, I wouldn't because if women are like you then I would never want to touch one thank you very much. Any more assumptions or can I assume that you are throwing up an irritated barrier?"
”None of us want to be here theia. . but you do seem more annoyed than the rest of us. .” Theia rolled her head and gave Dani a glare. "Because I've got better places to be, and blackmailing us to sit here and listen to this guy spew bullshit, is fucked up." She was starting to develop a headache, tension building at the back of her neck was now growing to extend behind her eyes and up her temples. It was only contributing to the terrible ass of a mood she was in. She was liable to start ripping heads any moment now.
"Yes, you all have a choice, but this is one of those fickle things when it comes to choice and mental health but we won't dive on that today, I don't think anyone here is actually capable understanding. But yes, you have a choice to seek out help. This is one class a week for little under an hour Miss - but let's review something," She narrowed her gaze on Pasha as he picked up a piece of paper. "This new class is mandatory, being only one day a week, to talk about mental health and will take up only five percent of your final grade. Failure to attend class may see disciplinary action... I don't read anything here that says you are being held at gun point. And the definition of a threat, to be threatened is a statement of an intention to inflict pain, injury, damage, or other hostile action on someone in retribution for something done or not done."
She rolled her eyes. "Technicalities, of course you'll be using them to get away with it." She snorted derisively. "The gun may only be metaphorical but 5% of a grade will make the different between a 1st and a 2nd at the end of it. Surprisingly, I'm sure, we all actually give a shit about our grades - or we wouldn't be here. So if you won't class this as threat, in the very least it's blackmail." She wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily, as if they could just leave if they wanted. "So, that means you are afraid and by choice you remain. Interesting. And that's fine, I don't expect anyone to actually care. You all have your own agendas. But this class isn't here for you to soul search and understand, that is what Fridays are for." Theia huffed and sunk further into her chair, "this is pointless. All this is going to achieve is a pot shot back and forth of who can insult you the best. We don't want to talk about 'what mental health means to you', we do not want to be here at all - I don't get why that's so hard for you to wrap your head around." She wondered if it would count if she walked out, or if they had to see it through to the end of class.
”sadistic little thing aren’t you.” Shiloh smirked in response and shot Mal a look, "Don't pretend you don't like it," They might have a weird twisted love-hate thing but she knew that he liked her more than he didn't. He couldn't help himself, she was irresistible. ”I’m leaving her to it” She shot a look to Theia, watching her silently seething with a critical eye, then gave a hum of agreement to Mal, "I would, or you'll be next in the firing line," An eyebrow twitched slightly, "You think I'm a bitch, wait till she flies off the handle." Theia might be a grump more than a bitch in general, but she had a sharp tongue she saved for her favourite occasions. They had not started out as friends, there was a reason for that.
She gave a snort of laughter for the other responses as Pasha ignited irritation and amusement alike in them all at his assumptions. ”hole in one shaye. Especially with blondie” Shi rolled her eyes but she didn't deny it - he wouldn't be a good therapist though if he couldn't make some snap judgements about them. ”She isn’t joking either Pash, she definitely owns a crown.” Her smile had a triumphant edge at the agreement and she gave Mal a thankful look, "I have no doubt that she owns a crown, though I'm willing to guess it's cheap plastic and mirror backed glass gems." Shiloh gasped in mock honour. "How crass - It's got spikes and sparkles and everything," She added sweetly. "Oh, and the blood of my enemies, naturally." Now she was just being difficult, but it was keeping her entertained at least.
"This new class is mandatory, being only one day a week, to talk about mental health and will take up only five percent of your final grade. Failure to attend class may see disciplinary action... I don't read anything here that says you are being held at gun point. And the definition of a threat, to be threatened is a statement of an intention to inflict pain, injury, damage, or other hostile action on someone in retribution for something done or not done." Shiloh exaggerated the rolling of her eyes and faked a wide yawn. "So, that means you are afraid and by choice you remain. Interesting. And that's fine, I don't expect anyone to actually care. You all have your own agendas. But this class isn't here for you to soul search and understand, that is what Fridays are for.""Oh sure, we're just here for the fun of it, that's why we're all being super nice and welcoming for you, sweetie."
She gave a clap of her hands, a slow one at that, for his big speech about being gay. "Congratulations on coming out of the closet," She knew that wasn't the point of it, but she chose to pick up on that to piss him off. She raised her eyebrows at Theia's outburst, never having heard her talk so much before, and then looked back to Pasha, "Looks like all you're succeeding is doing is pissing people off. Maybe you should stick to your Friday voluntary sessions and call this one a failure."
"Because I've got better places to be, and blackmailing us to sit here and listen to this guy spew bullshit, is fucked up." She caught sight of the glare and held her hands up with a slight shake of her head. ”Alright fine.” She muttered, turning her attention back to Alisha "He's always a shit, why break the habit of a lifetime." She snorted, "but if he gets away with it at least we can next time," She half shrugged in agreement ”true. . “ She looked back to the front of the class, folding her arms as pasha continued to speak. "This new class is mandatory, being only one day a week, to talk about mental health and will take up only five percent of your final grade. Failure to attend class may see disciplinary action... Her eyes narrowed at the statement the professor read out loud. How did he not understand that the university was blackmailing them to be there. She listened to the rest of his bullshit and refrained from rolling her eyes. She was on the verge of zoning out now, his voice was beginning to irritate her.
18 - sarcastic - tough - street kid/stablehand/student - single
"Perhaps that would make for an interesting evening," He looked back to Alisha and gave her a wink. ”well you know where my room is” He said with a slight smirk. "He does trump you though, sorry to be the bearer of bad news that you're not swinging around the biggest dick on campus," He let out a snort and shrugged his shoulders. ”who cares when I have the best tongue.” He retorted, his smirk returning, pretty confident in his ability to please someone in all departments. Tripp could swing his elephant dick around the whole campus for all he cared. He knew size mattered but he also knew too big was a problem. "Don't pretend you don't like it," He half grinned in Shiloh’s direction ”Oh I’m not, I do like it” He quite enjoyed her ruthlessness. “ I would, or you'll be next in the firing line, You think I'm a bitch, wait till she flies off the handle." He nodded, sparing a quick glance Theia’s way. ”I’ll keep that in mind.” He murmured.
He stifled a yawn and let his eyes landed back on the dishy but annoying man as he droned on again. "The gun may only be metaphorical but 5% of a grade will make the different between a 1st and a 2nd at the end of it. Surprisingly, I'm sure, we all actually give a shit about our grades - or we wouldn't be here. So if you won't class this as threat, in the very least it's blackmail” He heard Theia’s response and nodded in agreement. ”She’s got a point Pash.” He may fuck around most of the time but his grades were pretty good in what he was studying and he wasn’t about to let this stupid class mess up his marks. "I have no doubt that she owns a crown, though I'm willing to guess it's cheap plastic and mirror backed glass gems. How crass - It's got spikes and sparkles and everything, Oh, and the blood of my enemies, naturally." He listened to the back and forth and snickered to himself as the edibles began to kick in. Maybe this class wouldn’t be as boring as he’d thought.
Alisha smirked as Mal winked. ”well you know where my room is” She pretended to look confused. "I do?" as if she hadn't fooled around in his bed plenty of times over the years she'd known him. ”who cares when I have the best tongue.” Alisha couldn't help but laugh and she blew Mal a kiss, "there's no denying you've got skills but... you're just not the best, anymore." She wiggled her eyebrows at him. But the teacher pulled focus once again and bantering about their 'talents' had to be put on hold as Alisha heard Theia kick off at Pasha. She was surprised, she couldn't help it - she never saw Theia get so worked up, and even less had she seen her use her voice so much in a class.
"I have no doubt that she owns a crown, though I'm willing to guess it's cheap plastic and mirror backed glass gems. How crass - It's got spikes and sparkles and everything, Oh, and the blood of my enemies, naturally." Alisha let out a whistle, "Ooooh therapist did not come to play," She laughed loudly and clapped her hands together in delight. "You're the one that claimed that you are here by force. Is your memory that trash? If you cared to read the letters sent out to you, you'd know that yes, I am allowed to speak to you like this. To quote - these lessons are no bars held. Now to disprove that - I'm not uptight, if I was, this class would be a lot more torturous for you, and my ability to get laid is more on point than yours. I am not self righteous, I'm actually quite self deprecating on a regular basis. I am quite happily gay and will remain that way until the sun stops shining, and never married - and if marrying a woman was on my list of things to do, I wouldn't because if women are like you then I would never want to touch one thank you very much. Any more assumptions or can I assume that you are throwing up an irritated barrier?"
Alisha loved a good fight - more verbal than a physical altercation, and she relished this kind of thing even as her blood heated and she leaned forward in her chair slightly. "How much more torturous could this get? It's pretty bad so far you know, Pash - I'm considering whittling down a pen.." She didn't specify who it would be for. "Women only wish they were like me, and that's probably why you're not interested in them. I would feel sad for you but there's no need to be quite so defense about it... anyone would think that was overly defensive Pash... over compensating perhaps..."
"Because I've got better places to be, and blackmailing us to sit here and listen to this guy spew bullshit, is fucked up."
She rolled her eyes. "Technicalities, of course you'll be using them to get away with it." She snorted derisively. "The gun may only be metaphorical but 5% of a grade will make the different between a 1st and a 2nd at the end of it. Surprisingly, I'm sure, we all actually give a shit about our grades - or we wouldn't be here. So if you won't class this as threat, in the very least it's blackmail."
"This is pointless. All this is going to achieve is a pot shot back and forth of who can insult you the best. We don't want to talk about 'what mental health means to you', we do not want to be here at all - I don't get why that's so hard for you to wrap your head around."
He let her spew on and on. He knew that he would not hear the end of this when she came to see him next. But that was a later issue.
"Then get up, and get out," he replied simply, "The door is right there."
"Oh sure, we're just here for the fun of it, that's why we're all being super nice and welcoming for you, sweetie."
She gave a clap of her hands, a slow one at that, for his big speech about being gay. "Congratulations on coming out of the closet. Looks like all you're succeeding is doing is pissing people off. Maybe you should stick to your Friday voluntary sessions and call this one a failure."
"There are no failings here, despite what you might think. I got what I was after here."
”She’s got a point Pash.”
"Really? Well, if it is to be blackmail, then you should all care enough to attend and do the minimum."
He smiled, but it was cold.
"How much more torturous could this get? It's pretty bad so far you know, Pash - I'm considering whittling down a pen.." She didn't specify who it would be for. "Women only wish they were like me, and that's probably why you're not interested in them. I would feel sad for you but there's no need to be quite so defense about it... anyone would think that was overly defensive Pash... over compensating perhaps..."
He snorted, "Well, well - another misuse of terms. You've just decided the fate of the class madam. Defensive behavior will be the focus of this month's assessment. By the end of this month I will be expected at minimum, a one page research paper on Defensive Behavior."
He turned to the board behind him and began writing with the black marker, "This paper will be required by the end of the month, failure to hand in the minimum page - which is 500 words - will have an automatic failure. You will need to include the definition of what Defensive Behavior is, examples, reasoning and causes for such behavior. When it was first officially sited, whom by, and if it has any links to disorders or traumas."
Turning back and setting the marker down, he gestured at the board - "Take notes, a picture - I don't care enough to hold your hands through this. You are all so adult enough that I think you can manage this. Once you are done with that, you are free to leave - I've already taken the roster."
He moved into his chair and began working on papers that were situated on the desk, already writing down his observations of this class.
"Then get up, and get out, The door is right there." Her frown returned, tightening her folded arms at the hot surge of anger with his response. She took a second, composing herself so that she didn't last out too quickly. Her temper was usually cold, a cool and calculated sort of feeling, probably because she was usually such an internal person, such a grump, but when someone really prodded her, really poked her, it was a hot rush, and her tongue was often quicker than her brain, lashing out like a whip before she could stop it. "Do you have shit stuffed in your ears?" She asked, her jaw working as she fought to hold onto herself at least a little. "I've just told you.. we all have... we cannot leave without consequences." Though they were looking God awfully tempting right now. One more thing. One more fucking thing, and she was walking out.
She looked away from Pasha for a moment, Christ was he going to get an earful at their next session - if she even bothered to grace him with her presence. It was one thing to accept this job but forcing students to attend, taking away their choices - she didn't agree with it. It put her in a shit position and she despised feeling trapped, even if it was in this kind of situation. She could hear the others muttering, unsure if they were talking to her anymore or Pasha, she shut herself down. It was the only way to handle this, to get through the session and be done with it so she could escape. She turned her face away from the board, ignoring Pasha's instructions, and did what she did best - switched everything off. She turned off the anger, turned off the emotions, shut it all down like some kind of laptop. Unnatural really, but it was the way she had learned to deal best with things. People thought she was grumpy, moody even, and she was, but mostly because she went around only half feeling, with things dulled. It was a better way to live life.
”Oh I’m not, I do like it” She smirked at that and flashed him a quick wink. "If you didn't, I'd be concerned." Because none of the friends in her circle were sweet and squishy kinds of people, and she was glad for it. ”I’ll keep that in mind.” Shi glanced at Theia and her thunderous face and nodded. Theia had some scary shit in her deep down, the kind that even Shi wouldn't touch - it was a different kind of anger. Shi was cold and calculating, an ice Queen by nature, and tended to keep her cool even when she was furious. Theia's temper was hot, a fire that'd rip through your house and burn everything to the ground.
"Then get up, and get out, The door is right there." Shiloh let out a burst of laughter, for a minute thinking of that stupid TikTok 'there's the door bitch' meme that had been going around recently. "This is far too entertaining to walk out of. I'm learning a lot, please continue there Pasha." She taunted, crossed her arms and settling back further in the chair, her keen eyes flicking back and forth between Pasha and the other students. People thought of her as a bubble headed Barbie because of her looks, but she was more intelligent and a lot more observant than people gave her credit - it was what allowed her to know everything about everyone, along with her little minions that brought her news and secrets.
"There are no failings here, despite what you might think. I got what I was after here.... Really? Well, if it is to be blackmail, then you should all care enough to attend and do the minimum.... Well, well - another misuse of terms. You've just decided the fate of the class madam. Defensive behavior will be the focus of this month's assessment. By the end of this month I will be expected at minimum, a one page research paper on Defensive Behavior. This paper will be required by the end of the month, failure to hand in the minimum page - which is 500 words - will have an automatic failure. You will need to include the definition of what Defensive Behavior is, examples, reasoning and causes for such behavior. When it was first officially sited, whom by, and if it has any links to disorders or traumas. Take notes, a picture - I don't care enough to hold your hands through this. You are all so adult enough that I think you can manage this. Once you are done with that, you are free to leave - I've already taken the roster." Shiloh gave a very pointed and theatrical yawn, still enjoying herself far too much. "Yeah...I don't think any of us will be handing that in, sweetheart. Better things to do, you know."
