∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe New Professors were difficult for Odaline to handle. She wanted desperately to avoid them until they weren't so... new and shiny. Until the pep wore off and they were drained from the school year and all of the work they had to do. She even had to pretend to smile at them when she came into their class which was something that always made her stomach turn and her feel sick. It was unfair.
Forcing a smile in Schmoe's direction, Odaline turned to find somewhere to sit and was greeted with............ pandemonium. Why wasn't it normal? Where were the normal things to sit on? Why weren't the tables normal? Why wasn't it normal? She looked back over at the Professor and considered briefly (very briefly) if there was enough reason for her to speak to him now.
Yes. There was. "I want normal chair." Simple enough?
Why were there buckets? Were they to encourage no bathroom usage during class time so students just went in their chair? This wasn't a French thing. She knew that much.
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