WinterPeach
The Heavy Metal Queen
It was the unnatural blueness of the presumed teacher up front that caught Rod’s eye. ‘It must be hard to maintain hair that long. All of that conditioner and brushing...’ was the only thought that went through his head as he found a spot up front. In all honesty, he liked being in the front row…it was easier to listen to the teacher and had less distractions from the other students. It was Rune that did the first little tidbit of an introduction to the teacher, and apparently this rather feminine-looking person was actually a man. ‘Wow, he really could pull off portraying a woman! Now that would be an interesting talent. Hell knows I could never do that.’ he thought as he looked down at his well-muscled pecks and lack of hips.
Soon afterword the teacher, whose name was Nicol, tried to further introduce himself and the class. His stuttering and subsequent faceplant reminded Rod of himself when he was anxious and had to talk to people. He sympathized with the poor guy. Nicol went on to state that they would be going at their own pace, ‘YES!’ he thought in his head, but was replaced by a more negative stream of thought as the teacher went on to mention group projects. ‘Ugh, group projects…the bane of my education.’ Rod groaned mentally. He was always the one stuck with doing most of the work in whatever group he was shoved in. He was the workhorse that would never get any of the credit.
“Well, I guess I should get started”, Rod mumbled under his breath, walking towards the stack of books, ready to self-study. He’d done this before at home, since he was a bit more advanced in some areas than the students in his school back home. He honestly loved to learn, not that he’d ever admit it. After a quick perusing of the textbooks , Rod decided to lug a an advanced psychology book and a biology book back to his deck. Those were two of his favorite subjects. He opened the psychology book and began reading the first chapter. It was more of a review really…most of the content that was new to him were a couple of chapters into the book.
Soon afterword the teacher, whose name was Nicol, tried to further introduce himself and the class. His stuttering and subsequent faceplant reminded Rod of himself when he was anxious and had to talk to people. He sympathized with the poor guy. Nicol went on to state that they would be going at their own pace, ‘YES!’ he thought in his head, but was replaced by a more negative stream of thought as the teacher went on to mention group projects. ‘Ugh, group projects…the bane of my education.’ Rod groaned mentally. He was always the one stuck with doing most of the work in whatever group he was shoved in. He was the workhorse that would never get any of the credit.
“Well, I guess I should get started”, Rod mumbled under his breath, walking towards the stack of books, ready to self-study. He’d done this before at home, since he was a bit more advanced in some areas than the students in his school back home. He honestly loved to learn, not that he’d ever admit it. After a quick perusing of the textbooks , Rod decided to lug a an advanced psychology book and a biology book back to his deck. Those were two of his favorite subjects. He opened the psychology book and began reading the first chapter. It was more of a review really…most of the content that was new to him were a couple of chapters into the book.