 Aidella | King of Confusion | Brittana | Forever ACROMANTULA
Schuyler loved when the professors left the windows open. At this time of year, that is. It gave the classroom a crisp, invigorating feel to it and it probably kept some students from getting that cozy warmth that sometimes segued into sleep. Not that Elwood's class was boring.
Because it wasn't.
After climbing up the trap door and noting the new look to the room, Schuyler made her way over to one of the seats. She had her book, yes. It was a collection of Walt Whitman poems because she liked novels all right occasionally, but if she was going to read for pleasure then she preferred poems. They were shorter and so she could finish reading them in one sitting, which pleased her greatly. Art with words, really. Can't go wrong with Walty boy, either. Eloquent and relatable. And the imagery.
Lovely.
Anyway. She didn't think herself to be some poet fanatic, she just liked the way they made her think and feel.
So, what would this book lesson be about then, hmm? Schuyler watched their professor and absently toyed with her stud earring.
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