Twelfth Night... [Kimberly]
Jun 10, 2008 12:51:02 GMT -5
Post by Nathaniel Dempsey on Jun 10, 2008 12:51:02 GMT -5
It was unusual, for someone to actually like a subject when they hated the teacher teaching it. Douglas Anderson almost - only almost - made Nathaniel dislike English Literature. At times, he seriously considered skipping class just because he couldn't deal with the man. But, because it was the first lesson of the year he figured that he should probably attend the class. Unfortunately he'd overslept, and having just managed to pull himself out of bed, get dressed and all the rest, he headed to class. From his bag he pulled out a chocolate bar - he was bloody hungry! Sighing, he stopped outside of the classroom. This was only his fourth day back at school and he was already becoming lazy - not a good start to the year.
He shoved the rest of the chocolate bar in his mouth and then paused outside the classroom door, convincing himself to go in. Pushing the door open he saw that class had already started. Shit. Prof Anderson would not be very pleased with him. "Sorry I'm late, Sir." he muttered, before glancing around the classroom, looking for a spare seat. He quickly saw that there was only one. Rolling his eyes he began to walk towards it, only noticing then who it was next to. Kimberly Nolan. Bloody hell. He should definitely have skipped class today. But he was here now...
He sat down with a loud sigh, scraping the chair across the floor. He sat down in the seat and shoved his books on the table. This lesson, was bound to be terrible. Angling his seat slightly away from Kimberly he looked up at the board to see what they were studying. Obviously there would be no nonsense with Prof Anderson. He wouldn't want to waste any time, he'd just get straight into teaching. Looking up at the board he saw the title written there: Twelfth Night. Not Shakespeare! He could deal with any literature right now, but not Shakespeare. And it was Twelfth Night - he'd got all the education he needed with that in She's the Man. He groaned to himself, and tried to focus on what Anderson was saying...
(Seriously, I'm so sorry it's shit. My muse has completely abandoned me. :[ )
He shoved the rest of the chocolate bar in his mouth and then paused outside the classroom door, convincing himself to go in. Pushing the door open he saw that class had already started. Shit. Prof Anderson would not be very pleased with him. "Sorry I'm late, Sir." he muttered, before glancing around the classroom, looking for a spare seat. He quickly saw that there was only one. Rolling his eyes he began to walk towards it, only noticing then who it was next to. Kimberly Nolan. Bloody hell. He should definitely have skipped class today. But he was here now...
He sat down with a loud sigh, scraping the chair across the floor. He sat down in the seat and shoved his books on the table. This lesson, was bound to be terrible. Angling his seat slightly away from Kimberly he looked up at the board to see what they were studying. Obviously there would be no nonsense with Prof Anderson. He wouldn't want to waste any time, he'd just get straight into teaching. Looking up at the board he saw the title written there: Twelfth Night. Not Shakespeare! He could deal with any literature right now, but not Shakespeare. And it was Twelfth Night - he'd got all the education he needed with that in She's the Man. He groaned to himself, and tried to focus on what Anderson was saying...
(Seriously, I'm so sorry it's shit. My muse has completely abandoned me. :[ )