linguistics [closed thread]
This was a terrible subject choice.
Figuring that hey, it couldn't get much worse than what she left behind with her transfer, Takane didn't put much care into piecing her schedule together at the beginning of the year, mostly going after what either seemed easy or was unconventional enough to give her the irrational hope that it might be an area she could still unexpectedly excel at.
That area is definitely not English.
Feeling pretty much glued to her seat, she stares at the blackboard, trying to decipher her teacher's awful handwriting as she jots down the homework assignments, the creaking of chairs being dragged over the floor echoing around her as her classmates slowly emigrate from the room.
Figures they'd all be done with this already... After all, they didn't spend the last fifteen minutes crappily doodling a bunch of angry smiley faces in an effort to stay awake without setting the teacher on fire.
It's not like he's terrible at teaching per se; at least not any worse than her previous tutors (although that might be a level of incompetence impossible to achieve). There's just... this whole aura of him that ticks her off, for he always looks like he's extremely unsatisfied with every situation ever, and from the frightened accounts of veteran students, this dissatisfaction usually applies to the handed-in schoolwork as well.
Of course, Takane isn't exactly a ray of sunshine either, most of the time. But at least she's never thrown a piece of chalk at anyone, or acted scarily enough for people to spread the rumor that she has.
She flinches when she realizes that in the quiet of the now almost empty classroom, her eyes have fallen closed, and what woke her up was the noise of running water. Her almost illegible to-do list is being wiped off the blackboard right this second.
"Hey, I wasn't done copying that...!"
