13th Ashan, 717
Padraig was on the expedition in the Ice Caves, which made Faith more than a little on edge. She didn't like the idea of him being there and getting into all sorts of bother without her. However, they had a series of guest lecturers for the next three trials and they had all been told by both Professor Carter and Professor Hamilton-Smith that, if they weren't dead, they were expected to attend. Faith understood entirely the desire to present oneself, and by default therefore, one's students, in the best light so she made sure that she was prepared, had read all the material thoroughly and had made notes.
She had the timetable for the three trials with her; each trial there was a three break lecture in the morning, then another in the afternoon. Each one was on a specialised topic and was open to Diploma students only. It would have been open to Diploma and higher level students, Professor Carter explained cheerily, but there weren't any yet. Still, this was only the second season that the University was open here on Scalvoris so he thought they were all marvellous. Faith really liked Professor Carter and she respected him, too. He was obviously here as a professor because he had experience of the field and that meant a lot to the young woman.
Faith was, in fact, particularly looking forward to this trial as the subject today was field medicine. The guest professor had worked, with Professor Carter, as a medic on the front line of a number of major battles. To Faith, this was excellent as it meant that they were able to ask questions about working in sub-optimal conditions. those were the times when skill was most tested, after all.
The seven of them who were in the second season of their Diplomas in Medicine were in their usual classroom. The ten who had started their Diplomas this season were also there, so seventeen students in total. It wasn't a bad number; Faith had to admit to being pleased to have sat in her usual place. Out of the spotlight and away from the gaze of the professor, she was sitting to the side. With sixteen others in the room, it allowed her to remain quiet and go unnoticed. She hoped.
The professors walked in and Faith resisted the urge to sink lower down in her chair. It wasn't just the professors of Medicine who were here, it was Dean Manyon talking with a tall Biqaj woman who seemed to be dressed for a very posh funeral. She fitted Padraig's description of Professor Dashiell, but why would she be here? It made no sense to Faith. The staff stood around in the teaching area at the front of the class, chatting. A few moments later a man walked in, he too was Biqaj and as Miss Du'Wintre showed him in he caught sight of Professor Dashiell and gave her a hug, which she returned. Faith watched and took the time to observe the staff. The Dean was watching the students, the two professors of medicine were chatting, although Professor Hamilton-Smith had an eye on the Dean. It wasn't an unusual dynamic, but it was an interesting one. Still, she sat up straighter as Professor Dashiell took a seat amongst the students and Dean Manyon moved to the podium and coughed slightly, waiting for everyone to quieten down, which they quickly did.
She had the timetable for the three trials with her; each trial there was a three break lecture in the morning, then another in the afternoon. Each one was on a specialised topic and was open to Diploma students only. It would have been open to Diploma and higher level students, Professor Carter explained cheerily, but there weren't any yet. Still, this was only the second season that the University was open here on Scalvoris so he thought they were all marvellous. Faith really liked Professor Carter and she respected him, too. He was obviously here as a professor because he had experience of the field and that meant a lot to the young woman.
Faith was, in fact, particularly looking forward to this trial as the subject today was field medicine. The guest professor had worked, with Professor Carter, as a medic on the front line of a number of major battles. To Faith, this was excellent as it meant that they were able to ask questions about working in sub-optimal conditions. those were the times when skill was most tested, after all.
The seven of them who were in the second season of their Diplomas in Medicine were in their usual classroom. The ten who had started their Diplomas this season were also there, so seventeen students in total. It wasn't a bad number; Faith had to admit to being pleased to have sat in her usual place. Out of the spotlight and away from the gaze of the professor, she was sitting to the side. With sixteen others in the room, it allowed her to remain quiet and go unnoticed. She hoped.
The professors walked in and Faith resisted the urge to sink lower down in her chair. It wasn't just the professors of Medicine who were here, it was Dean Manyon talking with a tall Biqaj woman who seemed to be dressed for a very posh funeral. She fitted Padraig's description of Professor Dashiell, but why would she be here? It made no sense to Faith. The staff stood around in the teaching area at the front of the class, chatting. A few moments later a man walked in, he too was Biqaj and as Miss Du'Wintre showed him in he caught sight of Professor Dashiell and gave her a hug, which she returned. Faith watched and took the time to observe the staff. The Dean was watching the students, the two professors of medicine were chatting, although Professor Hamilton-Smith had an eye on the Dean. It wasn't an unusual dynamic, but it was an interesting one. Still, she sat up straighter as Professor Dashiell took a seat amongst the students and Dean Manyon moved to the podium and coughed slightly, waiting for everyone to quieten down, which they quickly did.
