Post by kynan on Jul 29, 2008 7:44:59 GMT
"Oh... right."
Kynan managed to keep a straight face as the teacher lamented his poor luck of having this particular Hathaway in his class. That was a rather interesting reaction. Would the reaction get more intriguing if he upped the ante a bit? The hypothesis was formed in his head, and the scientifically minded Kynan was quite ready to test it out. It would contribute to his thesis, he was working on it for the branch of science known as Nuisance-ology, a rather obscure, but nonetheless, respectable arm of the sciences.
Abraham Lincoln... Oh, the urge to pipe up and ask 'who's that?' just to see the guy's reaction was so strong. Just those two little words, and to see if the guy would crack. But... Lucian had already turned away from him and gone on about something else, so there was no point bringing it up anymore. Dammit... that would have an awesome experimental opportunity... The fact that the teacher had slammed a fist on his desk with the force of a hammer didn't seem to faze him at all; the day that Kynan Hathaway was scared of a mere teacher was the day that Brody grew some balls. i.e. It wasn't going to happen. Ever.
The man's next bombshell was quite a devastating one though. EIGHT HUNDRED PAGES?!?!? the voice rang out inside Kynan's head extremely loudly, resonating throughout all that hollow space inside of him. Three chapters of that monsterous monologue read in one night? What did this man take him for? A nerd? He had a life. He had a girls to go out with. He could not be expected to just sit there reading this crap. Perhaps if he just... didn't read it? And pretended that he had or something?
Even the mention of the chance to watch a movie didn't raise Kynan's spirits much, and they just plummeted further when he heard that dreaded 'S' word that every literature student with any common sense loathed and abhored. If Kynan could go back in time, he'd shake a damn spear at that frill-wearing loser, then shove it straight up his arse. Writing in incomprehensible English then expecting people to think about what he was trying to say was a pathetic coverup for the fact that he had troubles communicating his meaning. Why couldn't he be like those normal people who just said what they were thinking, in plain, simple English? Minus the thou's and thy's and thine's and thart's and hath's and ere's and doth's and has-eth's and meaningless-eth's.
Kynan decided that the movie was pretty boring, and gave a nice long, loud yawn to let everyone know that they too could express their disapproval. Even the girl from before, who had handed out the papers, who Kynan had to admit was rather nerdy, wasn't that interested in the movie, she was more interested in that encyclopaedia she had her nose buried in. What a monster book! Kynan could never quite understand why people read those things. There were better things to read. Like magazines, computer screens, and television screens.
"Oi... do you have any idea why we're supposed to be watching this?" he whispered, rather loudly, mind you, to make sure that she could hear him perfectly well.
Kynan managed to keep a straight face as the teacher lamented his poor luck of having this particular Hathaway in his class. That was a rather interesting reaction. Would the reaction get more intriguing if he upped the ante a bit? The hypothesis was formed in his head, and the scientifically minded Kynan was quite ready to test it out. It would contribute to his thesis, he was working on it for the branch of science known as Nuisance-ology, a rather obscure, but nonetheless, respectable arm of the sciences.
Abraham Lincoln... Oh, the urge to pipe up and ask 'who's that?' just to see the guy's reaction was so strong. Just those two little words, and to see if the guy would crack. But... Lucian had already turned away from him and gone on about something else, so there was no point bringing it up anymore. Dammit... that would have an awesome experimental opportunity... The fact that the teacher had slammed a fist on his desk with the force of a hammer didn't seem to faze him at all; the day that Kynan Hathaway was scared of a mere teacher was the day that Brody grew some balls. i.e. It wasn't going to happen. Ever.
The man's next bombshell was quite a devastating one though. EIGHT HUNDRED PAGES?!?!? the voice rang out inside Kynan's head extremely loudly, resonating throughout all that hollow space inside of him. Three chapters of that monsterous monologue read in one night? What did this man take him for? A nerd? He had a life. He had a girl
Even the mention of the chance to watch a movie didn't raise Kynan's spirits much, and they just plummeted further when he heard that dreaded 'S' word that every literature student with any common sense loathed and abhored. If Kynan could go back in time, he'd shake a damn spear at that frill-wearing loser, then shove it straight up his arse. Writing in incomprehensible English then expecting people to think about what he was trying to say was a pathetic coverup for the fact that he had troubles communicating his meaning. Why couldn't he be like those normal people who just said what they were thinking, in plain, simple English? Minus the thou's and thy's and thine's and thart's and hath's and ere's and doth's and has-eth's and meaningless-eth's.
Kynan decided that the movie was pretty boring, and gave a nice long, loud yawn to let everyone know that they too could express their disapproval. Even the girl from before, who had handed out the papers, who Kynan had to admit was rather nerdy, wasn't that interested in the movie, she was more interested in that encyclopaedia she had her nose buried in. What a monster book! Kynan could never quite understand why people read those things. There were better things to read. Like magazines, computer screens, and television screens.
"Oi... do you have any idea why we're supposed to be watching this?" he whispered, rather loudly, mind you, to make sure that she could hear him perfectly well.