The envelope was large, thick and white, with one corner taken up with the Jeffersonian's logo. Zack felt remarkably calm as he studied it. He knew from those of his classmates who had also applied that the rejection letters were much smaller. Not that stopped a slight feeling of trepidation as he opened the envelope and began to read.
The other students had left the lecture hall, but Zack remained, shifting from one foot to the other. He waited for several minutes, debating whether to speak up or not, when Dr Brennan finally looked up and focused on him, frowning
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Zack was flipping though a thick sheaf of notes from the past week's lectures, when a leaflet he didn't quite remember picking up floated out. Frowning slightly he picked it up to give it a once over
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In the dead of night, a group of black clad figures made their way down the hallways of the dorms and into the quad, wheeling a covered contraption in front of them. "This is going to be the best April Fool's prank ever
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Zack was back in the model UN, this time however he had a plan to make things more interesting.
"...which is why, if you don't surrender immediately, Macedonia will unleash our armies of killer robots upon you all," he finished, before sitting back down.
He only smirked a little at the uproar that resulted. Honest.
Zack couldn't really see the relevance of participating in a model UN actually had to his current coursework, but his anthropology professor had volunteered the entire class to do it anyway, so the point was moot and he was Macedonia
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Zack knew it was New Year's Eve, but was currently too busy getting a start on his studying for the new semester to really be care about celebrating
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Zack had gotten in to Fandom too late last night to make it to the dance, but that just meant that he had more time to set up. More time to prepare things for the Master
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