MaxwellXColin
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“Uhm... I think... I think it was... was it...” Maxwell tries to think of the author that wrote the quote on his professor’s whiteboard, but the answer is eluding him. He doesn’t know what’s going on, lately. He’s been slipping. He sighs. “I... I’m blanking, sorry professor.” He mumbles softly. He’s more talkative in class than anywhere else, but that’s mostly due to the fact that he actually likes his teachers. None of his professors require class participation, and that actually makes Maxwell want to participate a little bit more. Some one else raises their hand. “It’s from Animal Farm, George Orwell. Right?” She asks, and Maxwell groans. “George Orwell, duh...” He mumbles to himself. Of course, the question wasn’t worth points, it was just a fun thing that they did at the start of every class. He looks back up at his professor, at the curl of hair that falls over his forehead. The man had decided to grow his hair out a bit, recently, it seemed. And Maxwell, whose grades were usually straight A’s, was actually falling behind as a result of the new look.