Room 412, Thursday Afternoon
Jul. 8th, 2010 01:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wesleynotponcyWes was on the phone with his father, and he was not enjoying himself.
"Yes, Father, I understand." He switched the phone to his other ear. "It's simply that the course itself hardly seems challenging at all, and it puts me in rather an awkward position to be taking a class from a girl who I - well, never mind."
He listened to his father's deprecating response, then calmly went on, "Yes, I know. However, if I had been a more adept Watcher, I would not be at this school to begin with, which makes that point rather irrelevant." Before his father could say anything else, he gritted his teeth and said, "Send my love to Mother," then slammed the phone down.
He was furious. Stuck in this school, in a class he couldn't possibly deal with taught by the very woman responsible for his being here, with a roommate who might be insane and things happening to him like getting stuck on the roof with a bratty cheerleader. He'd take the regulations and demands of the Watchers' Academy over this any day, or the awkwardness and routine embarrassment of Sunnydale. Right now he hated Fandom with a passion. He crossed the room and slammed the door shut and then collapsed on his bed, groaning a little when the door only bounced back open.
[ooc: open! come chat with him, he's cute like this! after the next 20 minutes I have class, though, so it'll be SP after that.]
"Yes, Father, I understand." He switched the phone to his other ear. "It's simply that the course itself hardly seems challenging at all, and it puts me in rather an awkward position to be taking a class from a girl who I - well, never mind."
He listened to his father's deprecating response, then calmly went on, "Yes, I know. However, if I had been a more adept Watcher, I would not be at this school to begin with, which makes that point rather irrelevant." Before his father could say anything else, he gritted his teeth and said, "Send my love to Mother," then slammed the phone down.
He was furious. Stuck in this school, in a class he couldn't possibly deal with taught by the very woman responsible for his being here, with a roommate who might be insane and things happening to him like getting stuck on the roof with a bratty cheerleader. He'd take the regulations and demands of the Watchers' Academy over this any day, or the awkwardness and routine embarrassment of Sunnydale. Right now he hated Fandom with a passion. He crossed the room and slammed the door shut and then collapsed on his bed, groaning a little when the door only bounced back open.
[ooc: open! come chat with him, he's cute like this! after the next 20 minutes I have class, though, so it'll be SP after that.]
