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There were virtual lessons in the afternoon session. When I was a child doing virtual lessons meant visiting historical landmarks via a headpiece. I’d visit ancient cities like Rome, Venice or Melbourne, taking a walking tour and experiences cultural events. I always enjoyed the sporting festivals of the past, the Olympics being a favorite.
The experience for my students was certainly different. The past was something of a shadow, and did not warrant too much scrutiny, and lessons about it were seen as “provoking a regressive response”. Instead, my students were flooded with positive images and serene music. They would gain insight into how this city operates and learn about the various societal structures they would become a part of, usually this content was narrated over non-intrusive visual content, such as a beach or a flower-filled meadow.
Suffice it to say, the students felt very relaxed and informed after their virtual lessons.
After my afternoon lessons my students wished me a jolly farewell, and I lovingly responded. Maintaining a doting and compassionate teaching style was important to ensure the students can approach me and seek life lessons.
The walk home after school was something a delightful trek for me. Most of the other teachers used the sky-rails, to avoid some of the thicker crowds and intrusive advertising. I preferred to walk, even though there was a stigma attached with seeking to talk home alone. As I walked down the street the imposing Department of Education towered behind, and the residential sector loomed ahead. Holographic images bombarded my every attention, some portrayed as my mother asking for cleaning supplies, one was portrayed as my childhood crush offering a strip tease. The advertisements knew what made the viewer tick, and based off where my attention lingers they would evolve and adjust to better sell me products.
Still, despite this I enjoyed walking home from work. It was about a twenty minute walk, and without it I would do very little to no exercise at all. There was an inherent risk that comes with walking the streets by yourself, if a patrol stopped you its fairly easy to justify, selling the point of “loving the exercise”, but if your caught doing it too often they will generally rectify it by making you seek social interactions forcibly. Social interactions are a staple of modern society and seeking to avoid them is a slippery slope to oblivion.