Up until recently maintained as a museum, the childhood home of the Braddock family has been pressed into service as additional housing and classroom space for the Institute. Additionally, the increased demands have led to the main ballroom being converted into a cafeteria for both the Institute and those University students on a meal plan. Student reactions have been mixed, and reports of paranormal activity are as of yet unsubstantiated.
"So, erm, if there are no, uh...more questions for today...I don't actually, erm....have anything else, um, planned, so, I guess, erm, class would....be...dismissed?"
Cal shrugged. "From Thebes... cursed by the gods... man, the internet sucks for this sort of thing... Especially without being able to filter out bullshit that Sophocles made up..." For once, he seemed to be too intent on figuring something out to make wise-ass coments.
"If you continue your studies in history, Mr. Strong, you'll find that's a common problem -- people lie all the time, and history is written by the winners.
No one ever talks about Alexander's pederasty, for example."
"Well, they probably did, but the ones who did probably all got killed," he said, still searching for all he was worth, but coming up rather fruitless.
"And didn't just about everyone do it anyway back then? It's like 'Oh, Obama? He totally went five miles over the speed limit wherever he went.'" And, in his distracted state, Cal didn't think about the fact that someone in the room had BEEN one of the people 'back then'.