fawn sat in the first official class of her college experience.. anthropology 101. she came a little late because she doesn't know the ways of greendale just yet, but luckily the professor wasn't there.
that luck came crashing down once fawn realized all the good seats were taken and she had no choice but to sit next to this guy who seemed.. a little too old to be enrolled in college, but hey. we're all here for a reason.
as she set her bag down, the old guy next to her said, "hey, were you on jet magazine before? maybe you're related to janet jackson or something."
maybe that was a compliment? fawn kindly replied with, "oh no, sir. i am definitely not."
"no, no. i can see it. the scarily high cheekbones and the tiny button nose that has had one too many visits at the cosmetic clinic."
what the f- fawn tightened her smile and said, "um, sir, i-"
"pierce." the guy next to the old man started. "you can't just say things like that to women." then he looked at fawn and said, "sorry about him. he's a bit.. kooky."
"hey!" the old guy, now known as pierce, said.
"it's cool." she replied and smiled at him as her way of saying 'thanks.'
just then, a short elderly woman walked into the class holding all of these, what seemed to be, handcrafted weapons.
i have no idea why she has that.. i also have no idea if i should get an education or run for the hills right now.
"hello, class. i am professor bauer and i will be teaching you anthropology throughout the whole semester."
about an hour later...
whew, was fawn ready to get out of that class. the professor was interesting. not only did she drink a cup of her own urine, but she also shot a guy in the neck with a blow dart!
as she walked out of the class to get to her locker, a girl stopped her. she was pretty and had dirty blonde hair.
the girl said to fawn, "hey, give me your honest opinion. should i go with this lipgloss or this one?"
fawn squinted her eyes real good because to her, they looked the same.
then she replied, "i guess.. that one?" she pointed to the one on her left.
the girl happily exclaimed and said, "oh my god. you're so right. thanks! we're friends now." she looped her arm with fawn's.
"uhh, okay?"
"my name's quendra with a q-u. what's your name?"
"fawn."
"okay! what's your major?"
"well, i'm majoring in-"
"what's your next class?"
"i have-"
"do you like puppies or kittens more?"
"that's a-"
"it was nice chatting with you, dawn, but i have to go. see you later!" quendra patted fawn's hair.
"it's fa-"
she couldn't even get that out once quendra briskly walked away from her.
fawn shrugged her shoulders and started walking to her next class.
next class...
"hello, class. allow me to introduce myself. i'm professor sheffield and i," he dramatically extended his arms. "will be your cinematic appreciation master."
"are you talking 'return of the jedi' master or 'lord of the rings' master?" the guy a few seats down from fawn asked.
"that, my friend, should not have to matter because i will still be teaching you my ways no matter what master i reference myself as."
"but, um, it should matter because not all the masters have the same way of teaching, just to let you know."
professor sheffield frustratingly sighed and rubbed his temples. then he replied with, "all that matters, my friend, is that you understand what i am trying to teach you."
"yeah, but-"
"ok. what's your name?"
"oh. i'm abed."
"okay, abed. why don't you realize who's the professor here instead of trying to be a know-it-all?"
the other students laughed at what he said while fawn sat there wondering why the professor is getting so amped up over a guy asking the simplest questions.
time skip
as everyone got out the class, fawn ended up spotting that abed guy from earlier.
she tapped him on the shoulder and said, "hey, don't let the professor sweat you. i don't know what's up with him."
"it's alright. sometimes the masters let their pretentious sides get the best of them."
"yeah.. cool to know. i'm fawn, by the way." she took out her hand so he could shake it.
"abed." he shook her hand.
"nice name. see you around?"
"yep." he swiftly walked away from her.
well.. that was a quick conversation.
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intro to romanticism (t.b.)
Ficción Generalas she was walking to class, fawn spots abed and his friends in a study room fighting over what seems to be.. a piece of paper?? she stood there dumbfounded over the chaos she was seeing in front of her until a girl with blonde hair said to her, "we...
