Emotion Management Class

"Emotions are reactions that human beings experience in response to events or situations. The type of emotion a person experiences is determined by the circumstance that triggers the emotion. For instance, a person experiences joy when they receive good news. A person experiences fear when they are threatened." Wendy gave an explanation up front. This time, the class was in the building, not the field or garden.

Dex slowly yawned. The class had not started long ago, and he was already showing his boredom. That was great!

"Basically, emotions can be identified as happiness, sadness, disgust, fear, surprise, anger, pride, shame, embarrassment, and excitement. I believe you have experienced them. It's normal to feel them. And if you can not feel one of them, it may be a problem in your brain."

"Brain?" Someone in front parrotted.

"Yes, the brain. The nerves in the brain, to be exact. It's responsible for emotions."

"How could that be?"

Wendy walked over to the student. "Well, I'm no expert on it. But I believe the brain has thousands of nerves regulating the body. One of them is for emotion. It's like the brain working on receiving physical stimuli, but in this case, it's feelings."

She then walked to the right, still looking at her students. "If you're interested in studying it, I'll talk to professor Owen to set up a class for next semester."

The students winced at that. Without saying a word, the answer was obvious. That was not a good idea. The theory wouldn't go well for them.

"I know exactly what you're thinking," Wendy said with a chuckle. It was a common sight. The class of fighter students did not really like learning in a room with theory. So, it did not surprise her to see bored expressions on them. "That's why I'll give you the first task."

Instantly, their faces showed protest. Getting an assignment was never fun.

"It's not difficult. I'm just asking you to write about how you feel. Describe it in as much detail as possible in 500 words."

And another protest they showed. It was not easy at all.

"Why? 500 words is little, right?"

"I'm not good at writing, prof," Gerrard complained.

"Therefore, you'll learn that in this class. And the first step is in this assignment."

"Do I need to write that too?" asked Irma, Lisa's companion.

"Sure. Everyone in this class will write it down, including my companion and me." Apparently, the task also applied to the teachers. "Thirty minutes is enough, right?"

Then, they focused on the task until there was almost no sound in class. They were forced to think about their feelings and write them down in sentences. Some scratched their heads, frustrated with meeting deadlines. 500 words in thirty minutes were difficult for someone who was not used to writing. It was like flushing their brain to the last drop.

However, they completed the task, although many did not meet 500 words. Most importantly, they could identify their emotions.

After the writing session, the class continued with a sharing time. Each person took turns reading their essays and discussing them in psychology. And even though it was hard, the class was finally over.

"See you next time. Don't forget the assignment." Wendy said one last time before leaving the class.

"I can't believe we're being asked to write a diary," Thomas complained as soon as the teacher left. He put his head down on the table as if to dramatize the harsh lesson that had just ended. "We're not girls."

"I prefer to call it journaling," Carl replied as he rose from his seat.

"Journaling?"

"It's the same, but more general. So it's not just a daily activity. You can write whatever you like as documentation."

Thomas raised his head and said, "Yeah. That's better-called journaling." He followed him by putting his equipment in his bag and getting up. "Let's go."

Oh, they were planning to visit the club fair before going home.

"Carl!"

Carl turned and found Darren walking towards him. "What is it?"

"Do you have time to practice?"

"When?"

"Now."

Carl glanced at Thomas. If he agreed, he would have to cancel his plans with Thomas.

"That's a great idea!" Thomas' reaction was unexpected. He even looked enthusiastic about his invitation.

Carl frowned in confusion. "He asked me, Tom. Not you."

"I know." Thomas patted him on the shoulder to calm his confusion. "That's a good idea because I devised the same plan. So we can train together," he smirked.

A sigh escaped his lips. Sometimes, Thomas was unpredictable. "Have you asked Louis and Adam?"

"I'm about to do it." Then, he passed his gaze around the room, looking for his partner.

"I think they're already out." Carl chimed in after not finding Louis and Adam in the room.

"I'll send him a message."

Messaging was accessible in the new system. They used the phone in various forms, such as clocks, glasses, rings, bracelets, and many more. It could even be linked to their system so they could still receive notifications and read text messages through their own screen.

Of course, for voice and video calls, tools were still needed.

While Thomas called his partner, Carl continued his conversation with Darren. "Where will we practice?"

"How about the forest near the hill?"

Carl nodded. He agreed to the idea. But before giving an answer, he had to ask his companion. "I'll ask Miku first." Then, he turned his head to the right at the girl sitting at the end. "Hey, Miku," he called.

Feeling someone calling out to her, Miku turned her head while removing her earbud. "What?"

Seeing her made him remember her behavior towards the end of class. She purposely moved to the very end so she could watch a movie. She did it because she could no longer contain her boredom.

Apparently, Miku also had a weakness in the theory.

"Darren took us to practice now. Are you coming?"

Miku immediately changed her expression. She got up and put away her earbuds. "Let's go," she said excitedly.

"Let's go." Suddenly, Thomas chimed in. "Louis and Adam agreed."

"What about your companion?" Carl glanced at Dex sleeping on the table. If Miku chose to watch, Dex would go to sleep.

"Hey, Dex." Thomas shook his body. "Let's go. We need to practice," he said as Dex regained his consciousness.