@the-nightshade-collective
The clock ticked, the teacher droned on about... Victor was pretty certain it was something about bones, but he had zoned out half an hour ago. His laptop was open in front to him, a document labelled notes open, with a single bullet point on the page, the cursor blinking in and out of existence beside the lone, short black line. His hopes that this would be a class worth taken seemed to have fallen flat once again.
He shifted, resting his chin on his hand, fingers rapidly tapping out the names of bones in morse code on the table with his other. The hope that this course would provide the intellectual stimulation he was desperately searching had proved fruitless and he wasn’t even surprised by that anymore It had been a year of the same. He had learned all of this a decade ago from his father’s old textbooks. Half the information that he was supposed to be learning, he had done on his own time years ago. The rest, he was already working on in the classes where he wasn’t falling apart.
The only reason he was even here was because he needed the credits, and a certain number of hours in class to pass. Victor cast a look around the class, the professor was lecturing at the front and most of his classmates were studiously taking notes. Oh to be so blissfully happy in their own mediocrity.
Finally the class ended, and Victor closed the tab lazily, before standing and putting the computer back into his bag. His next class wasn’t for another three hours, and he would need to get lunch before that. He lifted the bag onto his shoulder, leaning against the wall of the lecture hall, as he waited for the row of peers to leave so he could get out without dropping anything. All the spare room in his bag was filled with notes about his nee Creation, and it wouldn’t do to lose them.
After another minute, he stepped away from the wall, making his way down the rows of seats to the door.