"I think it's a better bet if we take different courses, to expand on what each other know, it's not like we'll be hiding our notes from each other." He leaned over to look at Chuck's writing and wrinkled his nose as well, "Well, I can't say he had the best handwriting on earth, but he could play a mean game of beer pong. I'm sure fusion and plasma is next year's courses, though, you replaced a freshman. They don't let frosh like us get the good stuff. Though there was one guy I took classes with - the friend I was telling you about? He got bumped up in a couple of them, because he already has a patent. He's only a few months older than you, too." He blinked and then grinned.
"I didn't even consider that until just now! None of our patents are here! We could resubmit everything into the patents office, and sell them back to the companies that bought them anyway. I hate working with a limited budget, you know. And since we don't have the money coming in from our one hit wonder anymore, we really don't have the kind of liquid finance we did."