As soon as Thursday saw the Professor's height, she knew the coming weeks would be characterized by neck pain. If anyone cared to listen, they would have heard the short-statured student complaining under her breath about it being 'frankly excessive'. Any hostility over this however went up in flame, roughly around the same time as the ill-coded mushroom bouquet. This was not a person to upset. Also, there was something amusing in watching the white-haired beanpole lose their temper over a mushroom-message.
Thursday watched their Professor's mannerisms with a keen eye, even whenever they turned upon the other students. He silently hoped that he was far back enough to avoid the Professor's direct attentions himself. They did not seem pleased to be here, and describing their fuse as short would have been a generous estimate. Temper-losing was only amusing at a distance. In fact, the Pawn could draw some similarities between the teacher and subject. Not out loud though. Thursday wasn't made of lead. So between scribbling down safety rules, he scribbled other notes as well. He contemplated if the 'phallus-measuring-contest' was in any way related to the argument he had narrowly escaped while attempting to get into the class.
The mention of sorrow-spiders was enough to get the Pawn to snatch the goggles up, wipe them with a cloth, and strap them to their face before anyone else. The potential consequences of rule #4 were, in their mind, a more pleasant alternative to sorrow-spiders, though neither were desired. Perhaps they would follow suit, and decide to leave them on permanently. They shuddered. Yes, perhaps.
Their notes were lacking in some areas though. They had had difficulty in hearing the full lecture when the students in front were conversing, and worse, the Proffessor's chalk-writing seemed fuzzy and smudged at this distance.
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Re: Lecture
Date: 2025-06-15 12:35 am (UTC)Thursday watched their Professor's mannerisms with a keen eye, even whenever they turned upon the other students. He silently hoped that he was far back enough to avoid the Professor's direct attentions himself. They did not seem pleased to be here, and describing their fuse as short would have been a generous estimate. Temper-losing was only amusing at a distance. In fact, the Pawn could draw some similarities between the teacher and subject. Not out loud though. Thursday wasn't made of lead. So between scribbling down safety rules, he scribbled other notes as well. He contemplated if the 'phallus-measuring-contest' was in any way related to the argument he had narrowly escaped while attempting to get into the class.
The mention of sorrow-spiders was enough to get the Pawn to snatch the goggles up, wipe them with a cloth, and strap them to their face before anyone else. The potential consequences of rule #4 were, in their mind, a more pleasant alternative to sorrow-spiders, though neither were desired. Perhaps they would follow suit, and decide to leave them on permanently. They shuddered. Yes, perhaps.
Their notes were lacking in some areas though. They had had difficulty in hearing the full lecture when the students in front were conversing, and worse, the Proffessor's chalk-writing seemed fuzzy and smudged at this distance.