CLASS SCHEDULE AND TIME SHEET

ADVANCED POWER TRAINING

FEAR AND STRESS

TRAINER KALE

STATUS: open to all levels

Class purpose:

To help students learn how their powers react under stress and to assist them in controlling those reactions.

To schedule a formal training session with Trainer Kale, please make sure the following assignments have been completed. It  will take approximately two weeks before formal training begins from the time the process starts to the time it is completed. All assignments should be emailed to Trainer Kale by Sunday at midnight for grading or you will have to wait an additional week for consideration. 

Assignment one: write a five hundred word essay over your power. This should consist of at least two paragraphs, one over the mechanics of your power and any limitations or quirks it has and another over how it reacts to stress. Bonus points available for detailed or well written papers. No intros or conclusions, just body paragraphs. This isn't composition. (50 points available) 

assignment two: write a five hundred word essay over your greatest fear. How severe is it? When did you obtain it? Is it rational or completely in your head? Bonus points available for well written or detailed papers (50 points available).

Preliminary training sessions will be allowed but will not count as class credit. Time slots must be claimed on a first come first serve basis by Wednesday of every week and will be ended Sunday at midnight unless previously discussed between all participants. Group threads are available, but remember that but remember that you are being graded on how much you work with your power, not how much you argue with your arch nemesis.



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Somebody shine a light i'm frozen by the fear in me

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Requesting Time Slot One

Assignment One:

Animal Manipulation is best explained in two sections. Section one, animal communication. Animal speech is translated in my head to something that I understand. Allowing me to understand anything spoken by another creature. The communication works two ways and the animals can understand what is spoken however the process by which this happens is still a mystery. I am not sure if animals can understand human speech or if my words translate in their mind so they can understand me. Humans can understand me when I speak to animals but can’t understand the animals reply. However since humans really are just a species of animal it could just my way of talking just translates mental for that creature. I am not sure how to test this theory. Communicating with animals does not have any reaction to stress or fear. It seems that in any situation I am still able to speak with animals and understand them. This is most likely due to the fact that even if stressed or afraid humans are still able to communicate with each other. Since this form of communication is no different for me with animals as well as humans the communication aspect is not effected.
Section two, animal control. Being able to control animals is a different process. This takes total concentration. After emptying the mind in a meditative like state I am able to project commands into the minds of animals and they are forced to obey theses commands. The simpler the command the easer the control is. The animals need to be within mental reach to control. Not exactly eyesight but as far as my mental connection can reach. This varies on my location and mental state. My limit is two hours of control. After one hour the control becomes harder to concentrate on especially if the command is a little complicated. I will be prone to nosebleeds and massive headaches. When reaching the two hour point there is a chance of passing out. Usually I will lose concentration due to headaches before passing out, severing the connection. At most I have been able to control five to six birds or a couple small animals at a time. I am not sure if I could control more as I have not attempted. The more I control the less time I have to control them. However in a fight just a couple of minutes of control is all that is needed. I can not control humans, mainly because of the complexity of a person’s mind. However I have never tried to control someone who can transform into an animals. I have a theory that if the person had two separate minds, one animal and one human I might be able to control the animal mind for a short time. Fear and stress do inhibit this ability as it messes with the total concertation processes. When overly stressed I can not focus on the task of controlling an animal. Because of the need for complete focus anything that takes away that focus will break the control or completely prevent her from controlling the animal. Morally controlling the animals is a slight issue for me. However I have noticed through experience that if I just ask an animal to do something for me they are very likely to comply especially if promised something as a reward or a thank you.

Assignment Two:

Greatest fear. Trying to figure out the greatest fear was a challenge. There are a few things that I am afraid of like a slight fear of heights, well the falling aspect of heights, fear of failing. But my greatest fear would be being alone. Not of being by myself but of being completely alone with no one to care for or anyone caring for me. The prospect of being completely left alone is terrifying. This fear developed when I was just a toddler. It is a difficult topic to discuss, so I will apologize in advance for the manner in which this essay is written and that it does not reach the word count. The fear now is in my head however when I was younger it was completely rational because of how my family acted towards me and treated me. The fear developed itself into mental issues like depression and severe anxiety. After coming to the school the fear became more in my head. This however, does not mean that the fear of being alone doesn’t still bother me any less than it did before. However being in a better environment did help with the mental problems that manifested due to the fear.

Somebody make me feel alive and shatter me
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Ralph O'Connor

Requesting Training Slot 2

 Fear, you know it is a strong smelling emotion and I can detect it in most of the  people that come out of your class so I'm a little suspicious as to why you would. 
want an   essay on my biggest fears but I'll carry on anyway. I would say my biggest
fear is loosing people, but it's not loosing them to death. I don't fear death or

dying or other people dying its inevitable. I think my fear of loosing people is a bit more complicated than people simply dying or dissappering and never speaking to me again. I mean I'm not super close to that many people, my sister, Dani, Raven and that's about as far as the list goes but I do get attached to people and feel this need to protect them. So loosing people when I know I should protect them is my worst fear. Say, I was in a cell for some reason or another and I could hear the screams of those I love and want to protect but I can't reach them. I can't get to them I'm being held back by someone or something that is my biggest fear, loosing people when I can stop that from happening. I suppose the fear of isolation is what brings on this need to protect people, even the ones that I'm not particularly fond of. I think it's these need to protect people that created this fear and now its an even bigger fear than that of isolation, because when you're isolated you can't get close to anyone so you have no one to loose.

I don't actually know when this fear first became a fear but I can always remember being protective of my Baby sister. I remember having a few nightmares in which she was being beat up and because back then I was a weak kid I couldn't get to her and she would scream my name. That was when I was about ten so its been around a while but its definitely worse as of late. Is it rational? Yes it is a rational fear to have, have you ever thought about what would happen when this world turns on us. When they want to lock us up and use us as lab rats because we're different. My fear of loosing people is completely rational for the simple reason that I'm different and one day that isn't going to work in my favor. It inevitable and everyone even you with your cold heart is going to loose those they love and not be able to do a damn thing about it. It's not only Rational but a pretty realistic fear to have, it is not like I fear being eaten by a giant ant. So there you have it my biggest fears in a nutshell, I'm still suspicion but I'm going to have to get into one of your training sessions to actually see what's going on and why the air is so thick with the smell of others fear.

Assignment 1;; Ash Manipulation, to truthfully understand the extent of this ability one has to understand the physical properties of ash. In essence, ash is little more than charred matter, the remnants of an object desecrated by fire and broken down into a silicate. As a form of matter that has already, for lack of better term, been destroyed, it is incredibly durable, nigh indestructible. Most often ash contains residual heat from the fire that corrupted it's form ranging from room temperature to thousands of degrees. My ability allows me to conjure this versatile material from seemingly midair. Any ash that I create through this mysterious method is under my complete control. It's form, it's movement, even the temperature to a certain degree. Through sheer force of will I'm capable of creating a variety of constructs and weapons from ash. By itself this gray sand like material seems like nothing, but by condensing it I'm able to create a solid construct with tensile strength proportionate to granite. Let me tell you getting hit by a hundred pound ash bat with a head heated to 800 degrees fahrenheit is not a pleasant sensation.  Outside of making objects, particularly of the smashing variety, the ash can be used to move objects about. On a purely hypothetical note, ash in small amounts could be used to push the tumblers of a lock or be placed into the confines of electronics and super heated to fry it's inner workings. Because of it's particle like consistency only airtight structures can prevent the entry of ash. The latest advancement of my ability has proven more volatile. My attempts to increase the temperature of my ash and tread upon the ground of pyrokinesis have been met with explosive results. Trying to increase the energy in the individual granules causes them to violently release the energy in a small explosion. By simultaneously using the process on a large amount of ash I'm able to replicate the explosive potency of tnt. To my dismay the explosion is only on a 20:1 ratio. Every one pound of ash that I use is only equal to a twentieth of tnt, meaning I would need twenty pounds of ash to ignite. As far as weaknesses go, water is my ultimate nemesis. It douses the smoldering flame in my ash and turns it into a disgusting slurry that almost useless. Given enough time the slurry turns into something like concrete which is absolutely useless to me besides making an incredibly unique paperweight. Strong winds can blow away the particles I'm not currently utilizing. I'm also under a weight restriction in regards to the ash. One hundred and eighty pounds, my body weight, no more. My abilities under stress have proven to be reliable. I've encountered a variety of real life experiences where I was under duress. One thing I have noted is that when I'm rushing or not in a calm state of mind my creations tend to run on the hot side and dislike staying in a single shape. When startled I have a habit of releasing an cloud of hot ash or sling super heated arcs of the material. It's not an enjoyable feeling for those hit or a pretty sight. Assignment 2;; Being frank, I've seen some shit. Not exactly the phrasing I should be using in a class paper, but there's no other way to see it with out conveying just how awful it is. It's no secret to the staff that my reason for being here is due to what most would call a deficiency of moral fiber. I've met people that are far worse than I and seen worse than I could ever think to do all for the sake of greed. It's difficult for me to pinpoint what I'm actually afraid of. I'd want to say dolls, but they just make me feel uncomfortable. Maybe it's the eyes. Another facet of me wants to say that I'm afraid of death, but that's a cop out. Everyone's afraid of death, it's simply part of living. When faced with death, depending on the circumstances, people will fight, maim themselves, inflict excruciating amounts of pain to eek out just a few more moments of life. If anything I'd like to say that I'm afraid of being forgotten. Not in the sense that everyone I know will simply no longer remember my existence, but in the grand scheme of things.  History is filled with billions of small people that no one remembers. To be one of those people, to live on the face of this earth and leave no lasting impact. That's a scary thought. That everything that you do is worthless in the big picture. I'd like to leave my imprint on history or create a legacy. Something that can stand the test of time, at least for a few centuries. I couldn't tell you when this fear first manifested. It probably just came across my mind while I was reading Atlus Shrugged, written by Ayn Rand. Reading the words "Who is John Galt?" rang within my head long after I finished the book. Of course, we meet this mysterious man within the confines of the story, but I couldn't help but think that he was a figure who would be remembered for years to come while everyone else would fade into obscurity. I'm sure everyone faces this sort of crisis at some point in their life, but I feel it gnawing at the back of my mind when I lay awake at night and every time I crack open a history book.  The severity of this fear varies from time to time. Most days I hardly think about it. Like I stated above though sometimes it keeps me up at night, forcing me to stare at the ceiling and confront just how small I am. It causes me to think that no matter how clever I am, how deft, how creative that in the end it's futile. I've never been a man to just take something lying down though. I'm adamant to confront this fear, rationale or irrational and rise above it. Of course, that's easier said then done, but I'm just the right kind of stupid and reckless to keep on trying. The only thing to fear is fear itself, right? notes go here. this will stretch and stretch and stretch. write as much as needed. uwu ✿

TYLER LEE SIMS Assignment One Over the years I have learned that my power is, quite simply, the ability to push myself past the molecules of others - whether they be another person or a wall. This "pushing ability" allows me to phase through objects. I can walk through walls or let bullets fly right through me, all because my body projects a bio-electric field that lets my molecules peacefully push past others. When I was first discovering my abilities I had to force my body to activate the power; I spent hours trying to force even just my hand through my bedroom wall. Now, though, it activates on an almost subconscious level. If I need to pass through a wall, I just do it. The field thankfully now extends far enough to include my clothes; the first few times I ended up on the other side of the wall completely naked. I still have to actively concentrate if I want to bring objects like a backpack or even a bottle of water with me, and there's nothing more exhausting than pulling someone along with me. When someone else is holding my hand or grasping my shoulder and I try to pull them with me, I come out the other side feeling like I just ran a half-marathon. I also can't breath when phasing - which can be quite the issue if I find myself pushing through something massive. My power doesn't like stress - or that's how I see it. I'm constantly phasing through things like my desk chair or - only once! - the floor to my dorm when I'm really nervous about something in my life or school. I've left my backpack behind so many times it isn't even funny, either, since I think stress makes it harder for me to pass anything except for my clothes through a wall. I wonder if this is like a 'fight or flight' response - when I'm stressed my body just wants me to slip past everything as fast as possible.  Assignment Two My greatest fear would have to be clowns. We all fear death or falling or things like that, but they're more of an inevitable fear. For me, clowns are what gets my blood pumping so fast I think my head is going to explode. They bring me from zero to one hundred is two seconds the instant I see them - and then I'm instantly trying to spring out of there. I think I first realized that clowns are the worst thing on this planet while visiting a circus show in Vancouver when I was young - still in the single digits. My father had hoped to wow me with Canadian culture (I've always been more excited by Hong Kong than his native home), but it certainly didn't end with me being wowed. I screamed so hard they had to get me out of the show - and then one of them came to try and comfort the little crying kid, not knowing it was him that was the problem. They're just... nasty. Who makes that life choice? Truly terrifying. I suppose you could say the fair is completely inside my head, but seriously, who doesn't hate clowns? I've encountered them a few times since then - at another circus with a school trip (ended exactly the same way), and then as street performs in both Vancouver and Hong Kong. Each time I can feel my blood freeze and goosebumps climb up my body. Maybe it has something to do with the paint they wear or the funny clothes, but every version of a clown upsets me. From the classic red-nose ones to the fancy French-Canadian ones. They're just jesters gone evil! I'm all for being a 'class clown', but there's something harmless when I do it. Real clowns know they're terrifying. I think they get off by coming out as innocent but really hope on propping up in your dreams at night. They prey on kids! I know other people out there have real fears. They were in a house fire when they were young so fire terrifies them. Their parents died in a car accident so driving sends them screaming into the night. Somehow they found themselves eight years old and covered in blood so hospitals are terrifying. I just fear clowns, completely. It is stupid, I know this! Which I guess is why they call it an irrational fear. Time Slot 3? LINK to application