Gotham City, on a morning that was not particularly bright but still fairly warm, Schiller set down his coffee cup and heard the click of his colleague Anna's high heels. Before long, a blonde American sweetheart walked in, knocked on the partition of Schiller's desk, and said, "Those lazy fools at the freshman registration office took leave. You go—"
"I'm not going."
Schiller replied without even looking up. If this scene had happened a year ago, he might still have been an ordinary university professor in Gotham, rather than someone who appeared to be writing papers while actually keeping the Green Lantern Corps' industrial proposal and plans for the mist crystal industry hidden beneath those sheets.
Anna rolled her eyes and said, "You have the fewest classes this week. If you don't go, who will?"
Suddenly, Schiller snapped out of the mess of work before him. He turned to glance at the calendar beside him and said, "It's January. That should mean spring enrollment. Gotham University doesn't have any programs that register in the spring, does it?"
"Who says it doesn't?" Anna walked over to Schiller's seat and folded her arms. "Did you forget? The previous president, Sheldon, was a humanities guy. He opened literature and philosophy programs at Gotham University, and just before he left office, both programs passed review. Their opening term was set for spring."
"Oh, right. He may have forgotten to tell you that psychology was also moved into the Faculty of Arts. So the program you teach starts in the spring too."
Schiller narrowed his eyes. Thinking back on it, American universities were somewhat different from Chinese universities. Many American colleges divided the year into three terms, beginning in January, May, and August. New students arrived in both January, during spring, and August, during fall.