Come And Learn, Young Children! AKA The School

[lass of something much]

*is bored*

[shisteer of nothing much]

Recite poetry then.

[Verdauga]

*Hands Lass a printout of "The Raven"*

Why don't you work on this, child?

[lass of something much]

what do I to this?

[Verdauga]

Why, memorise it of course!

[lass of something much]

O.O

[Verdauga]

*Tousles the fur on Lass' head.*

You get fifteen minutes.

[lass of something much]

*faints of shock*

[Kade Rivok]

*faints of boredom*

[shisteer of nothing much]

*looks at the printout of 'The Raven' that Lass isn't using due to her temporary unconsciousness* Wow, that's really sad. I think it unfair of thy kind self to allow only fifteen minutes to commit these quaint lines to memory.

[HeadInAnotherGalaxy]

*Revivez ze zleepy-beaztz viz zmellin'-pepperz, tae practize zome variety from ze auld zaltz*

Ah vid loike tae ztudy Wraithology (i.e. Ze ztudy o' Wraithz)!

Wraith

Wraith Feedin'

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[Ebantu the Kararehe]

You should study the wraiths that wear black cloaks to give themselves form and ride black horses stolen from the Rohirrim.

[lass of something much]

*would nerd out but is unconscious*

[Booklover]

You should study the wraiths that wear black cloaks to give themselves form and ride black horses stolen from the Rohirrim.

Good idea.

Why do we only have 15 minutes? My field of study is very wide.

[lass of something much]

*would say that it's because of lunch but fainted thus cannot*