The professor listed fact after fact, and Norah's head spun with all the new information she was trying to get onto the page. Her handwriting had begun to slope down the page, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't figure out how to spell axis. She could swear there was a 'k' in their somewhere, but it just didn't look right. The professor asked another question that left Norah slumped in her seat with her brow furrowed. The 21's seemed to be the only thing in common if you asked her, and she had no idea what these solstice things were that everyone was talking about. December 19th was Oatmeal Muffin Day, she knew that. Boy, could Norah use an oatmeal muffin.
She held her quill aloft to write more notes, but she hadn't the faintest idea how to spell solstice so she just let her quill hang there dripping ink on the parchment. Fabulous. Now her notes were smudged. SIGH. Why was everyone else so much smarter than her? Could he sing again or something?