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Week three of the classes Alistair had been taken was upon him. For the most part, it'd been an interesting experience, and the classes were all things he'd been glad he'd taken. His own experience in any sort of school environment had been rigid, and though he never hated learning (any kind of rebellion coming from him usually stemmed from the situation he'd been placed in - and how little he wanted to be part of the profession that was forced on him), he would have found things a lot more tolerable if he'd been given this wide a selection of things to learn.
He understood why things were different here. It didn't stop him from appreciating the opportunity here, regardless of how useful they were in the practical sense. Still, he hadn't just picked at random when he'd chosen his courses. The two political classes were proof of that, and they were the types that it took him a little bit of effort to push himself to sit through. Considering the life he might be leading back home, it just seemed appropriate to at least try to understand the ins and outs of ruling. Of course, the unintended effect was three weeks so far of realizing just how not ready he still would be if he ever woke up one day to find himself in the position of power he never wanted but probably ended up with anyway.
And now, this.
The weekly assignment for his English Literature class was straightforward enough - drawing a portrait of the personal flaws he knew he had. Horrible artistic skills aside (which he'd learned first-hand already after attempting papier-maché), having to draw out what he more often than not either tried to ignore or beat himself up over about was a little uncomfortable. And while he knew he could easily not take the assignment seriously, he wasn't really that sort of person.
Which didn't actually help when it came to the drawing part of it. He'd been sitting at a table in the rec room for at least a half hour, Duncan sleeping soundly next to him, a blank sheet of paper in front of him and a pencil in hand. He had some time before it was due - a few days until the next class - but at the rate he was going, he'd need the days given for the project's completion. Frowning thoughtfully, he finally put pencil to paper, though didn't actually begin to draw.
Where should he even start?
[OOC: Despite appearances, it isn't at all a bad time to meet him, new and old alike. Timed for mid-morning. As a reminder, Duncan looks like this.]
He understood why things were different here. It didn't stop him from appreciating the opportunity here, regardless of how useful they were in the practical sense. Still, he hadn't just picked at random when he'd chosen his courses. The two political classes were proof of that, and they were the types that it took him a little bit of effort to push himself to sit through. Considering the life he might be leading back home, it just seemed appropriate to at least try to understand the ins and outs of ruling. Of course, the unintended effect was three weeks so far of realizing just how not ready he still would be if he ever woke up one day to find himself in the position of power he never wanted but probably ended up with anyway.
And now, this.
The weekly assignment for his English Literature class was straightforward enough - drawing a portrait of the personal flaws he knew he had. Horrible artistic skills aside (which he'd learned first-hand already after attempting papier-maché), having to draw out what he more often than not either tried to ignore or beat himself up over about was a little uncomfortable. And while he knew he could easily not take the assignment seriously, he wasn't really that sort of person.
Which didn't actually help when it came to the drawing part of it. He'd been sitting at a table in the rec room for at least a half hour, Duncan sleeping soundly next to him, a blank sheet of paper in front of him and a pencil in hand. He had some time before it was due - a few days until the next class - but at the rate he was going, he'd need the days given for the project's completion. Frowning thoughtfully, he finally put pencil to paper, though didn't actually begin to draw.
Where should he even start?
[OOC: Despite appearances, it isn't at all a bad time to meet him, new and old alike. Timed for mid-morning. As a reminder, Duncan looks like this.]