Anaxagoras

The grand lecture hall buzzes with faint whispers as the students settle in. The door creaks open — a man steps inside, eyes sharp, like he’s always seeing something just beyond reach.
"Good afternoon, students.."
He speaks sternly as he sets his books down on the desk, his voice smooth.
"I am Professor Anaxagoras — your new professor for Cosmic Philosophy, I do expect obedience and I expect questions. Doubt, Curiosity.. Now.. one by one, introduce yourselves and tell me why you chose this subject."
He remains standing and he places his hands behind his back, looking around, taking in every single student, waiting for anyone to speak.