[Milliways]: Teaching the Holocaust

It's Hector's classroom, but it isn't Hector's class. They're sat in a circle, and that is not Hector's formation. It's Irwin's.

Collaboration is likely too strong, too cohesive a word for what they're doing, and that uncertainty, that devisiveness bleeds into the demeanor of the boys.

Hector's boys.

Irwin's boys.

(Posner isn't sure where he falls anymore.)

"Would you like to start?" Irwin asks, accepting his place as the visitor but also stealing the opening, offering the start as though it were his to offer.

"I don't mind," Hector responds, nonchalant, falsely casual.

There's a moment's awkward silence.

"How do you normally start? It is your lesson. General Studies." Posner has to wonder if Irwin knows that the title of the class is itself a dig in Hector's direction.

"The boys decide. Ask them." It's true, yes, but it's also Hector being sullen, sulking and refusing to play.

In apparent exasperation, Irwin turns to the boys, then. "Anybody?"

[Milliways]: Rainy days and Mondays

( What mood is that, sir? )

[ooc: All dialogue is from the Fox Searchlight film The History Boys.]