Well, so much for hoping that they would get a teacher rather than the sore loser of the PMC.
Still, he is already drawing the first diagonal line into his notebook before- Yeah, no, the Mycologist is not drawing that on paper. Instead he leans back in his chair and skeptically listens to the lecture. The enthusiasm he had when he walked into the class has evaporated like milk in the sun. Yes, including leaving something sour and rotten behind. Is it too late to run after the Clay Substitute, pay her double whatever she's been offered and beg her to come back? She doesn't even have to be good, for grief's sake! All that would be asked of her is delivering the lecture without holding the class in obvious contempt for merely existing.
With a sigh he guts out the notebook of some loose papers to have practice material. But before he even touches his tools a thought occurs to him. He raises his hand. "How large part does this homework contribute to the final grade? And, I believe I had missed thine words on the matter the last time, how is this class graded?" He didn't miss shit. The Ex-Disgraced Academic merely hasn't bothered to answer that question when it was first given. The Mycologist's warm smile is a touch too tight-lipped as he recalls it.
Re: Lecture
Still, he is already drawing the first diagonal line into his notebook before- Yeah, no, the Mycologist is not drawing that on paper.
Instead he leans back in his chair and skeptically listens to the lecture. The enthusiasm he had when he walked into the class has evaporated like milk in the sun. Yes, including leaving something sour and rotten behind. Is it too late to run after the Clay Substitute, pay her double whatever she's been offered and beg her to come back? She doesn't even have to be good, for grief's sake! All that would be asked of her is delivering the lecture without holding the class in obvious contempt for merely existing.
With a sigh he guts out the notebook of some loose papers to have practice material. But before he even touches his tools a thought occurs to him. He raises his hand.
"How large part does this homework contribute to the final grade? And, I believe I had missed thine words on the matter the last time, how is this class graded?"
He didn't miss shit. The Ex-Disgraced Academic merely hasn't bothered to answer that question when it was first given. The Mycologist's warm smile is a touch too tight-lipped as he recalls it.