Huh? Not making any sense? Because of the nature of these little flash fiction vignettes, I thought it would be helpful to index previous back stories and journal entries. Although Artiste’s tales are non-linear, it can help to read some pages in groups by threads of associated content. Of course you could just read them randomly, and trust that it will all come together at some point.
The beginning back story is always a great place to start:
• The Artiste Gullible back story
For this particular installment it also may help to read:
• Mud and Money
• Fecundity
↓ Transcript
[image] a beastly looking fish-man sits at a table in front of a jar of mud. His fingers are webbed, his eyes gleam in the light, and he wears a series of necklaces that speak to his importance.
[text] When Teachers on Auxmegah Three choose to enter the profession, they are sequestered in probationary monastery-like enclaves until they can prove the depth of their calling. It is an arduous process which includes lecturing to stone pillars,and translating hieroglyphics. It often takes decades to complete.
Only when the prospective initiates
become tenured are they separated from the institution, thrust into the world, and granted the laudable title of teacher.
Teachers salaries are one of the highest in the world, reflecting their elevated social standing, and sacrifice. Because of this, students often present small gifts of mud to their teacher on the first day of class to honor their professional commitment.
If, however, a teacher lets status subvert their commitment to the student, the teacher is required to spent one day in seven, standing in a public square lecturing to stone pillars. A humiliating practice called a sabbatical.
[text] When Teachers on Auxmegah Three choose to enter the profession, they are sequestered in probationary monastery-like enclaves until they can prove the depth of their calling. It is an arduous process which includes lecturing to stone pillars,and translating hieroglyphics. It often takes decades to complete.
Only when the prospective initiates
become tenured are they separated from the institution, thrust into the world, and granted the laudable title of teacher.
Teachers salaries are one of the highest in the world, reflecting their elevated social standing, and sacrifice. Because of this, students often present small gifts of mud to their teacher on the first day of class to honor their professional commitment.
If, however, a teacher lets status subvert their commitment to the student, the teacher is required to spent one day in seven, standing in a public square lecturing to stone pillars. A humiliating practice called a sabbatical.
I rather wish more professors at university had to do this when they forget that part of their role is to TEACH…
This is a pretty awesome concept, the whole journal. I look forward to reading more!
Should it say “spend one day in seven” rather than “spent”? Also, there’s no need for the comma in that sentence. [/grammarspaz]
Always so inventive, love your comics
Well, on the positive side the stone pillars won’t run off as soon as the lesson has ended. At least, you would hope they didn’t.