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Class went by quickly. A couple of preliminary things about the course and expectations, a quick look at proper essay format- which they should have all known for years but apparently Mrs.Lassati was aware of the fact that AP didn't always seem to signify intelligence. They looked at the an article about recent literature, and then the class bell rang. "Well that was fast." She muttered to herself, gathering her things, and picking up her shoes- she had taken them off in class and didn't feel like putting them back on. She was known for being barefoot in the halls.
She watched as Renee spoke to Mrs.Lassati. Wait a minute- Renee? What in the name of the flying spaghetti monster- she chuckled at her pastaferianism reference- was Renee doing in AP anything? A bit of eaves dropping revealed that she was struggling- how do you struggle on the first day? Well, you don't know what the word fathom means, and you didn't understand what essays had to do with english lit- didn't that mean burning the alphabet? Mrs. Lassati was having clear trouble keeping back a laugh at these problems from Renee, and ushered the girl on her way out of class.
Hex smiled at the teacher, and bonded happily out of the classroom.