#paraphrasing a reddit architecture rant bc all I know about architecture is that it makes buildings exist

[loose-leaf-teacanons]

Everyone is terrified of Alhaitham because he's super demanding and nobody is sure he *isn't* capable of reading minds and seeing exactly how many fear boners he's giving them.

Everyone also thinks Kaveh is the sweetiepie teacher because he's all smiles and sociability and is very encouraging with the first years.

Everyone is very, very wrong.

Kaveh is nice to the first years, but he's a menace with everyone else. "What is this? What *is* this. Oh my archons! Is this 'I ran out of room here for the closet but if I put the door swing parallel to the depth of the closet, I can give the client a hand's breadth of extra space in this tiny bedroom'?!?! This. This is not design. This is like saying you're an artist because you painted something kind of cool in kindergarten. With colored pencils."

Alhaitham: And here we observe the Light of Ksharewar, Radiant Star of his Darshan, unaware that you do not "paint" with pencils. Kaveh: You shut up. You shut up with your face.

Like, Alhaitham is strict but he actually gives constructive feedback on papers and the like. Meanwhile Kaveh is just like, "No." "Are you serious." "Oh my various deities." "Can this design please stop with existing."

Who needs a college AU when you have the collapsing Akademiya to play with

I so badly want all the Akademiya alumni to become semi-reluctant substitute teachers for a bit. I mean, the Akademiya did just fire its leadership and governing body. And those sages must have had tons of allies among the professors and higher-up researchers to do their bidding. So they (hopefully) got fired too.

But that leaves a void of staff and tons of panicked students wondering what is going to happen to their programs. Their papers. Their grades. Their *lives*.

And though the Akademiya tries to promote or drag out of retirement as many trustworthy figures as quickly as possible, there are still gaps.

Tl;dr imagine being a poor panicked Haravatat student not knowing what's going to happen to you, your Darshan, or your career. And then you walk into class and the guy filling in for your recently disgraced ancient desert runes professor is six feet of perfectly chiseled, smoldering hotness and a reputation for beating up bandits barehanded and toppling the previous government.