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smash_logs2009-11-20 11:19 pm
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Who: Falcon, Pit.
What: *~*Private tutoring*~*
When: Friday, November 20th, after school.
Where: Falcon'svan office with an awesome couch.
Rating: PG. Also Whit knows nothing about physics here we goooooo
So Pit still sucked at physics.
Falcon had hoped the study party would help, but the whole thing kind of degenerated into a big confusing mess. It was dumb and frustrating, and he kind of wanted to kick Max to the curb for trying to turn it into weight room time. No wonder he was failing the class. Again. At least the session had been a marginal success for a few of them, but Falcon felt bad that his well-intentioned efforts to clear up their current studies had only left some more bewildered.
At least Pit had his priorities straight. If anything, the Captain could give the kid points for trying. Initiative was always a good thing, and it always looked good at the end of the semester when he sat down to figure out grades. He knew Pit cared, and that was a good starting point.
Besides, what was another Friday afternoon? Once classes had ended, Falcon made himself comfortable at his desk, waiting for the inevitable knock on the door.
What: *~*Private tutoring*~*
When: Friday, November 20th, after school.
Where: Falcon's
Rating: PG. Also Whit knows nothing about physics here we goooooo
So Pit still sucked at physics.
Falcon had hoped the study party would help, but the whole thing kind of degenerated into a big confusing mess. It was dumb and frustrating, and he kind of wanted to kick Max to the curb for trying to turn it into weight room time. No wonder he was failing the class. Again. At least the session had been a marginal success for a few of them, but Falcon felt bad that his well-intentioned efforts to clear up their current studies had only left some more bewildered.
At least Pit had his priorities straight. If anything, the Captain could give the kid points for trying. Initiative was always a good thing, and it always looked good at the end of the semester when he sat down to figure out grades. He knew Pit cared, and that was a good starting point.
Besides, what was another Friday afternoon? Once classes had ended, Falcon made himself comfortable at his desk, waiting for the inevitable knock on the door.
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