by Connor Marshall » Mon Oct 22, 2012 5:46 am
"Bloody hell..."
Contrary to what anyone might think, especially when they saw him coming in banged up after a post-football toss-up, Connor wasn't stupid. He'd gotten admitted to the school just as much on scholarship that he'd earned as for the sake that he was a mutant.
This semester, he was taking his second-year business courses. Accounting and finance courses were difficult, but he was pouring himself into them. They dealt with money after all, and he knew full well he'd need to know how to handle the books wherever he worked. General business courses were a little dry, but he could manage that, too. The math classes he had to take were par for the course, and he knew that he'd have to be good with numbers, even if the particular classes he was taking weren't going to be particularly useful later.
On the other hand, lit classes...
It's not that he didn't ever read, of course. Everyone got bored, everyone picked up a book. And he was a bartender. Armchair philosophy and amateur psychology were something every good bartender used to act self-important and to relate to some of their customers. But taking apart a story, a poem, or god forbid some bloody ancient play, analyzing it, using historical reference and literary tools to find the root themes and...
"Oh, sod it all..." he muttered as he flipped a page, referring again to the assignment sheet. "And no chance that someone at this bloody place won't catch on if I download the bloody report..."