Jerome followed the mistress and tooken notes down on every site she pointed out to them on the way to the classroom. As he entered the room he couldn't help but run his face again wondering why did these random strips of metal appear on his face. Jerome decided to check more into it when he has time for now he sat in the front row seat that was farthest from the entrance. He'd try his chance at small talk but then again he wasn't much of a people person and he'd rather listen to music. Sadly he didn't bring it along before falling into the painting. So he just sat there getting boreder by the minute.