[center][b]Tai Yang[/b][/center]

Tai Yang sat cross legged in an empty class room, slowly eating some rice that was neither fried nor bleached white but in the middle. The chairs and desks had been moved to the side by his own hand, leaving lots of open room, but it still was slightly closer quarters than usual. 

He was to teach the class first in the morning for the first year students. If any decided to show up, that is. Tai Yang's class was an optional class on meditation, and if they wished to sleep in, they would likely not attend.