- Aug 26, 2004
JNU held some of the finest scientific minds since the early twenties; of course this was before the influx of German scientists arriving in New York and Chicago academic circles. No self-respecting physicist would be caught dead in California at that point. The faculty at JNU did not take the hit very hard, students still arrived, and teachers still got paid. 1933 was a great year to be in college, no worries of the depression, or war, or hunger, or anything. Being in college was like an island amongst the troubled waters of America. California itself was doing well despite the Great Depression. People moving in droves to open fields, and up and coming factories. The 1932 Olympic games where held in Los Angeles, and were perhaps the only games to ever make a profit in the millions from it.
Dan Lotts sat back in his chair listening to Professor Milan go on about the history of California. He was a strapping man of twenty, big and muscular from his position as center tackle. With brown hair, and brown eyes, with a rather ordinary face his main attribute was his ability on the football field. Lotts took a note whenever he felt the urge, which was not very often in History 101. He hated his history class with a passion, outside the sun was shining and the grass was green, but inside the primary concerns for the Mexican-American war was what occurred within Milan’s classroom.
“Alright it’s about 2:30 now. I shall end class for today,” Milan looked to the class with a smile, his red hair graying at the sides, dressed in a tweed jacket, and wire frame glasses he was the picture of a college professor. Everyone began to pack up, Dan going faster then most, Milan spoke up again putting books into his bag, “Oh yes do not forget to have read chapters six through eight of the textbook on the Western Campaigns of the American Civil War. If you do not read do not show up to class, we are going to discuss this in depth and I want you all prepared.”
Dan sighed to himself he had a week to read, but he really didn’t want to. Walking out of the class he smiled once the warm sun hit his face, outside everything was better, bright day, birds singing, and Coed’s walking to and fro. Looking at his watch he shrugged. Two hours till practice, and nothing else to do he sat under the shade of a tree pulling out his textbook. Across from him were the political posters for every possible candidate running for Governor this year; the California First Party of course had the most up, a few school officials walked around tearing them down. No political polling was allowed in a California campus by federal law, but Lotts smiled seeing the California First Party posters stay up.
Chapter six: Origins of the California Empire
The Emperor and his vision