Lucian yawned. It was another one of Princeton Oswald's—whatchamacallit boring lessons. Their classroom was unusually bright, which made yawning too perceivable to every professor. But Oswald didn't mind the yawning. It was, perhaps, because he was used to it. There are also students who had fallen asleep completely, some snoring silently as their saliva dabbled into the desk.
Disgusting.
At least Lucian was awake. Lucian scanned the whole classroom. This was one of the things in archaeology that bore him.
Indoor lessons.
It was like he was back in middle school! Lucian didn't know how he would think about it. It was probably worse than that. Right now, they were studying History to the most hardcore extent. It was like he was on a tour bus being shown monuments of historical significance. And like any other tour guide, Professor Oswald was a piece of sh it. He taught with the speed of a sloth, spoke in a speed of a sloth, walked in a speed of a sloth.
He was a sloth.
