grayson continue to write down notes, his handwriting getting progressively worse. taking notes was one of the things he hated most; grayson preferred hands-on learning instead. he propped up his head with his elbow, pretty bored out of his mind. he knew he'd have to rewrite the notes later, they certainly weren't of high standards.
luckily for grayson, the class soon came to a close. the professor finally stopped talking, and he tuned her out. grayson began to pack up his stuff and completely missed out on whatever the homework had been. even more unluckily, the zipper on his bag got stuck and it took him an extra minute to put away his notes. when he looked around the room, there wasn't too many people he could ask what the assignment was, and he definitely didn't want to ask the teacher. grayson let out a grumble of annoyance and started heading to the door.
