done!; closed log;
Who: Sakura, Shino, Lit Class full of NPCs
What: The hard science kids hiding in the back of the class while the lit majors pontificate all over the place in the front. Also, there's a spider, and Sakura's geeky past comes to light.
Where: Literature Class, in whatever college we are, Jesus.
When: Friday, October 2nd


She wasn't bored at all, you see. Boredom had nothing to do with why her foot tapped against the floor. It was Friday. Last class of the week. She was already envisioning that warm bath she'd subject herself to, and the cup of tea right before sleeping a bit. To be in time for her first day at Naruto's place. In all honesty, she was nervous about it. By the end of October, she had every intention of telling her parents that she was a big girl who'd take her own decisions and if they didn't like them, they could suck it.

So, the class wasn't at fault at all, it was her mind going at 1000 miles per hours, analysing all possibilities of the nearby future, while still paying attention to what the professor droned out to them. Back at the end of the classroom, it was a question of either straining her ears or buying the book from which the professor took his notes. But Sakura was in a pinch anyway, so straining her ears it was. She was grateful that she at least had a quiet benchmate like Shino. He didn't fall asleep in class and then ask for her notes, at least.

Letting out a small huff, Sakura tapped her pen against her notepad twice before staring to write.

The symbolism in Byron's third piece is--