The professor was a blithering idiot.

“I really don’t care about any of you students,” he said. “I went to harder schools, and over fifty percent of us didn’t have what it took. You’re lazy, you’re cheaters, and you don’t care. You’re just here to appease your parents or meet boys, girls, what-have you, and none of you are worth my time. I don’t accept late homework. I don’t give partial credit. I will fail each and every one of you, and laugh in your whining faces when I do it. I just don’t like you, and I hope that tells you everything you need to know about this class.”

It absolutely did, and I rose to leave.

“But for those of you still here, we’ll begin with advanced draconomancy, the summoning and controlling of dragons. They’re immune to normal sorcery, so we’ll have to develop specific techniques.”

I sat back down, and I hated myself for it.

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