Crimes and Punishments [N.H.] (AU) #Wattys2022

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Song Selection:
'Blue Monday' New Order
'Move' Saint Motel

'To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's...'

'And how do you think Freudian's misuse Nietzsche's work...' He looks among the crowd to see a brunette dozing off or about to. 'Delilah?' He raised his voice, waking her up and he chuckled a bit, as he ran his fingers through his brunette hair.

'God is dead!' She yelled and noticed that she was still in her Ethics with Existentialism philosophy class. Some students snickered a bit, but Professor Horan grinned at her answer.

'Yes, that's in Nietzsche's work, along with the Übermensch; but how do Freudian's misuse Nietzsche's work? I'll give you a hint, it's not like the Nazi's did and it's Freud's most concentrated psychoanalysis about most things. Did you do the reading, Delilah?'

'Um, yes. In fact, Roisin, helped me last night with it. The Freudian's—'

'Who's Roisin?' He was curious as to who this person with the Irish name was, as he was of course Irish himself. He'd also had his fair share of friendly jabs from other students for this as he was teaching in the states after all and knew he was getting off topic, but class was almost over.

'Roisin is my best friend and roommate who's also a Philosophy major.' After a few moments and an eyebrow raise, Delilah opened her mouth to answer the original question, but he interrupted her again when his phone alarm went off.

'Okay, class is dismissed.' He quickly got up and turned off his alarm. People started to gather their stuff and scatter. 'Make sure you do all the reading tonight that's online and do the mini essay to turn in next class. Have a great rest of your day.' Professor Horan started to grab the pile of essays and heard something that caught his attention.

'Hey, Sham!' When he looked up he saw Delilah with a slightly shorter brunette coming towards her. He slowed his progress of gathering his things so he could listen in. 'What's up, ya ready for lunch?' They both had accents, but Delilah's was Georgian. There was a bit of silence. 'Hey, what's wrong?'

'I think I should tell you on our way out,' Delilah said, disappointing the Professor's eavesdropping. It was only a minute later as he quickly gathered his things again, that he'd heard stomping towards him and he looked up expecting to see Delilah; but saw the unruly, slightly shorter brunette who was an inch or two below him. She had green, angry eyes and her face was cross.

'Look here, you eejit!'

'Roisin,' Delilah cried. Professor Horan was taken aback by her choice of words.

'My friend did your reading last night and I spent most of the night helping her with it. So, if she fell asleep during your borin' class, it ain't her fault. Now, you let her finish the answer to your question. What was it?'

'H-how do Freudian's misuse Nietzsche's work?' He was definitely taken aback by this woman. She had fire and even though she knew he was Irish too, it didn't stop her from standing up for her friend.

Delilah sighed and walked to Roisin and Professor Horan. She cleared her throat and began to speak.

'The Freudian's misused Nietzsche's work by claiming it was an example of his repressed sexual desires.' Roisin and the Professor were having a stare down as the Georgian woman said these words. After a few minutes, Horan's lips twitched into a smirk before he looked at Delilah.

'My apologies, Delilah. I'm glad you've been doing your work, but you need to work on your time management skills, so you don't sleep in my class. Now, if you'll ladies excuse me, I've got to go home and catch the game.' He hurried out of the classroom, but not before he heard Roisin mutter men under her breath.