FactionParadox
The 'flow' is always a calamity.
((An RP between me, GimmickPuppet and Draiger.))
Thomas began to pick up the pace as he ran towards the next lecture room, although he would still be early, he considered being late extremely rude. He could always listen to music whilst he was waiting, and unlike most of his other classmates, he enjoyed and loved his subject, which was theoretical mathematics. He was going for a in it, he would soon be Doctor Arclight. He smiled slightly at the thought, knowing the respect he would garner from other intelligent individuals like him. He entered the room and sat down, getting out his laptop. And unlike almost all the class, he had not been up all night drinking and having indiscriminate and unprotected sex, he had been up until midnight studying, he could not afford to waste time doing trivial things, he was determined to be a Doctor and he was going to achieve it. He watched as Professor Anderson entered the class, and soon enough a picture of a Tesseract, a 4-D cube appeared on the screen. Thomas began taking notes furiously, half expecting the keys to break. He admired the crimson haired man, he had achieved what Thomas wanted to achieve. He caught his eye for a second, hoping he'd ask him a question. He could tell that the Professor was tired, physically and emotionally, tired of teaching students who didn't want to learn. Still, at least he looked back and smiled a little, probably relieved that he wasn't talking to himself.
Thomas began to pick up the pace as he ran towards the next lecture room, although he would still be early, he considered being late extremely rude. He could always listen to music whilst he was waiting, and unlike most of his other classmates, he enjoyed and loved his subject, which was theoretical mathematics. He was going for a in it, he would soon be Doctor Arclight. He smiled slightly at the thought, knowing the respect he would garner from other intelligent individuals like him. He entered the room and sat down, getting out his laptop. And unlike almost all the class, he had not been up all night drinking and having indiscriminate and unprotected sex, he had been up until midnight studying, he could not afford to waste time doing trivial things, he was determined to be a Doctor and he was going to achieve it. He watched as Professor Anderson entered the class, and soon enough a picture of a Tesseract, a 4-D cube appeared on the screen. Thomas began taking notes furiously, half expecting the keys to break. He admired the crimson haired man, he had achieved what Thomas wanted to achieve. He caught his eye for a second, hoping he'd ask him a question. He could tell that the Professor was tired, physically and emotionally, tired of teaching students who didn't want to learn. Still, at least he looked back and smiled a little, probably relieved that he wasn't talking to himself.