Julien Dorny (daydorning) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-09-19 21:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - september, alfie cattermole, julien dorny |
WHO: Alfie Cattermole & Julien Dorny
WHEN: Monday 19th September after dinner
WHERE: Great Hall at first
WHAT: stupid workloads, bad tutoring
RATING: PG-1e?
To say that Julien had bitten off more than he could chew with this years subjects was like saying that a nuclear bomb is a bad thing - massive understatement. He didn't seem to notice that he was running himself into the ground; he didn't think anything strange about the workload he had and was actually managing to keep up with classes and hand his homework in on time, meticulously proofread. It was the attempts at completing homework set to the 7th year students that was getting him. He was convinced that what he was doing wasn't enough to prepare him for his final year and he'd done everything he could, even paying some final year students, to find out what work they were being set, what questions they were being asked and what the questions in past exams had been like. He wanted to know, know everything so that if any teacher asked he'd be able to answer correctly.
He was steadfastly ignoring his strange dreams and paying no attention to his weird intuition about anything. He couldn't prove it in fact or write it down so he didn't want to know.
After all that, he still found the time to squeeze in a few Daydream Charms. It wasn't really his fault that he kept forgetting the last time he'd done one, or how many he'd done altogether that day until he realised he was out of them, was it. He was just so busy... so busy. He didn't have the time to worry about things like that.
On that note, Su Li had kindly offered to tutor him, even though he saw himself as a lost cause, and as a result he wanted to make sure that Alfie still wanted tutoring from him; he knew that if he was being tutored by someone who struggled this hard to keep up with all their work that he'd be thinking twice about taking their advice.
He'd poked at dinner, too tired to have much appetite, and got up when he saw Alfie leaving, bringing an armload of books with him as he did.
"Hey, uhm, Alfie?" he called when he was close enough that he didn't have to shout across the Hall to be heard.