{ ー quartzias
estellise would prefer the thoughts that she’s all well when it comes to taking notes; she has pages abundant for each class by the end of the week, weakened by earlier feverish writing, and she quite resists the thick temptation to doodle all over her pages. that is not to claim not to claim it never happens! it certainly does ―
in fact, that is why she finds herself in some trouble, now. judging from the state of her papers, she must have spaced out during the previous lecture of this class ⋯ all she could see here was swirls, dots, flowers, bunnies, the like. she can’t tolerate even one page missing, though. education was important! this was the only way to pass with flying colours! ( is at least what she’ll tell herself, as she still has little clue how she’s managed to make it this far in university & continuing. )
❝ Excuse me ⋯ ❞
a hushed voice as she confronts the person to her right, as if the professor shall hear her with sharp clarity from such a far seat. ❝ Do you have any notes on the recent lecture? ❞