Once inside in an actual classroom, I was marveled by it. They were plain and common. Unlike Crystal Prep Academy were everything was made from the highest quality materials available and adjustable seats with custom desks for each studen, this place had regular desks with a small cushion in their chairs. But I liked it more here. I never was a fashion or over-fancied furniture stuff. The simplest things in life were always the best for me. I took the farthest seat on the corner of the room and once I sat, I came to a conclusion.
“This is more comfortable than it looks...” My head met its future pillow.
"I am glad you like it." Said Sunset while seating in the middle of the classroom.
The first class of the day, Ethics, was imparted by Mrs. Harshwhinny. She looks like a lady in her forties, with medium size, light golden hair. Her school uniform consisted of a matching grayish purple business coat and skirt with a magenta neck. Something I liked was she didn't asked me to introduce myself in front of the class. That would have been annoying. She went straight to business so kudos for her.
But when she started to give her lesson of the day about the responsibilities of the people in society, how could someone improve or prejudice the aspects of it with the level of culture of each individual through morals, I came to the conclusion that the rest of my classmates had grasped already two weeks ago: the class was boring.
The stench of lifeless students, their tired expressions, and drools that would leave a dog in shame... Is this the fabled teaching methods of CHS that my father always barked me to no end that Crystal Prep lacked? Because I am sure that my old school was better in entetaining people during classes. But then, from the ashes of hollow husk in human form, a cute, light-pink haired girl softly to the left of Sunset started to raise her hand. I couldn’t notice the color of her eyes because half of her face was covered from her long beautiful hair. She was wearing a light pink sleeveless shirt and a green skirt with pink butterflies in it.
Once the teacher noticed her, I could see it! She was a serious student!
“Oh, excuse me, Mrs. Harshwhinny, I have a question, if you don’t mind that I ask, I mean, if I am no interrupting the lesson or well…I…” She squeaked gently.
I get my praise back. Cute... this girl was just cute.
But for Mrs. Harshwhinny, although her harsh face was still there, a glimpse of genuine happiness for someone to be paying attention to her lesson emerged.
“But of course, dear. What do you don't understand in the subject at hand?”
“Well, you said in your lesson of our first day of school that ethics is the subject to distinguish good from evil from human actions, and now you said that morality serves to distinguish good and evil for individuals. Then what's the difference between morality and ethics? I mean, in context they look pretty similar, if you don’t mind answering.”
“Ethics and morals relate to 'right' and 'wrong' conduct of people. While they are sometimes used interchangeably, they are different in the context that ethics refer to rules provided by an external source. For example, you have a part-time job in our local veterinary, correct?”
The girl nods her head in affirmation
"Then your supervisor must have given you a series of rules on how to treat each pet and straight animals you take in custody equally. Those principles of right conduct in your workplace are your ethics, my dear. But morals are different; they refer to an individual’s own principles regarding right and wrong. So, continuing with the example at hand, if you happen to find an animal in really bad shape in the street, decide to take it to your vet station because you lacked the neccesary equipment to do First-Aid treatments to your new found patient, and your supervisor or contratist says that you must kill it because it has no hope of surviving, what would you do?”
“I would tell her that she is crazy! I wouldn’t kill a poor, defenseless little one! That's just wrong! Even if there is a slim change, I will always do what I can for them, no matter how hopeless it seems to appear!”
This time the girl spoke with confidence and fearless actitude. I thought she was naïve, but her words were filled with such unmeasurable kindness that I could start to believe in her way of thinking. I almost swear that a golden aura started to brim from her.
“Don’t despair, Fluttershy, it was just an example. But as you can see, saving the little one is the right thing for you to do, your moral, and fulfilling an established protocol of conduct in a workstation or similar is ethics. I hope this clear your confusion!”
It was an interesting explanation, and she didn't used glorified words like my old teachers. I took notes from the knowledge gained today. I was starting to have second thoughts! No matter how good the students are, they always come tired the first the day of the week, maybe they a had last minute work to do and slept until late at night. All of them were trying their best to stay awake. Everything was going just fine until I heard a snore coming from behind of Fluttershy.
Mrs. Harshwhinny slowly approached to the source of the noise with a face of controlled irritation. She was scary, and that could mean bad business.
“I believe Miss Rainbow Dash has just offered herself to give us a more complete and proffesional explanation of the subjects given today for next class, isn't that right?”
She slammed her hands in the desk with great force, abruptly awakening the rainbow haired girl. I noticed that she was the tomboy kind with her raspy voice when she screamed, long rainbow-like hair, wearing a blue bottomed shirt and long, black sports shorts under her skirt.
“WHAAA? WHEN? WHERE? DARING DO, NOOU!”
"Truth of the universe, that was lame..." I said a little loudly.
Sunset buried both of her hands in her face while Fluttershy started to get worried for her classmate's dilemma
“Oh, Good morning, Mrs. Harshwhinny! It's and awesome day to be in school, don’t you think so?” She grinned with such bravery, the teacher was not amused.