Posted Sept. 1, 2019, 2:09 a.m. by Lieutenant Christopher Robinson (Stellar Cartographer) (Steven Sigle)
Professor Tallum was a tall man, built like an oak tree and twice as large as he sat up in front of the class, to what Christopher thought was yammering on end. This class was going to be the death of him, he knew it. He took the course cause that girl when he was signing up was showing more cleavage than he cared to admit. Granted he got to see the inside of her quarters but he was starting to think that going after fourth year girls just cause he could and getting stuck in classes like this seemed a waste of his time. His older brother would give him crap if he ever learned why he was in this class, his younger might just high five him. Regardless Nathan was still finishing primary and while Paul was finishing his fourth year he would avoid telling that eagle scout what he did until he needed to drop the class.
Looking over at the seat next to him he felt he found the utter opposite of him sitting next, the girl seemed utterly engrossed as she took notes. It wasn’t so much Chris didn’t know his biology, just physics, chemistry, and more hard sciences where always more his forte’. This, was taking his needed biology up a notch for no reward other than the satisfied look on the girls face as he left.
“You getting all of this?” Chris asked as he leaned over and whispered next to the girl as she continued to take notes, she was cute but for once trying to get in someone’s pants wasn’t quite his agenda. Deep down he really did hope she was taking notes, maybe he could charm those out of her hands and squeak by with a B-.
Robinson First Year Cadet
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