Oswald sat at a table, his head down and his fork slowly poking his bowtie pasta. Math had been disastrous. He didn't expect to have to know trigonometry and geometry! He knew what the shapes were, but these weird rules about angles and finding things was melting his brain. He was a Huntsman-in-training, not a mathematician! 

Sighing, he dropped his fork and buried his head in his arms. It was the first time he felt that he'd truly come up short; this place was weird. "Hey, so....in class....how did you all know what the professors were talking about? That's....not stuff you guys learned, is it? Because.....well.....I never learned any of that." 

Groaning as he remembered awkwardly explaining to the teacher that he did not, in fact, know the difference between acute and obtuse angles, Oswald stabbed his meal and ate it. "At least the history guy knew what to expect with that slideshow. We're soldiers, not scientists!"