[color=f23822]Roger D’Monty[/color]

Roger sat by himself alone in the corner of the coffee shop, eating a slightly stale doughnut. He thought that perhaps the shoddy quality of the food explained why there was barely anyone in the restaurant, even with it being the breakfast rush. But the quiet was a nice change of pace after the food fight last night, as Roger really didn’t want hot coffee chucked at him.

Roger downed the last of his cup of coffee, before getting up from his table and throwing out the cup. As Roger left Dingo Donuts, he checked his phone, seeing that he still had enough time to get to his first class of the day. Roger started to cross through the field in front of the campus, only to decide against once the deep snow began to fill the sneakers he was wearing. Doubling back, Roger stepped onto the pathway that the school maintenance workers had shovelled out around the campus. Although it would add a few minutes to his walk, Roger decided that it was for the best as he shook his feet to dislodge the snow from his shoes.

Within several minutes, Roger stood outside the building where his Introduction to English Literature was being held. While initially wary of taking this compulsory class as he came to Eukary for cinema studies and not literature, he had come to find this class fascinating. It had quickly become apparent to Roger that learning about story structure and themes would help him understand film making.

As Roger entered the building he thoroughly rubbed his shoes on the mat at the entrance, before heading to class. As Roger opened the door to his literature class, he saw that the seating was half full, with the students who always came early being there. Roger found a seat in about the middle of the class, taking out his laptop and placing it in front of him. Roger then patiently waited for Professor Valiant to arrive. Valiant was an older goat gentleman who apparently had been teaching Introduction to English Literature for decades here at Eukary, and was very good at it.

Roger did believe that how good his professor was at his job did impact how he was enjoying this class. As Roger went over the merits of Valiant, the professor entered the room. Placing several books on the desk at the front of the room. Valiant didn’t say anything for a few minutes as several more students entered the class. Right as the hand of the clock struck twelve, Professor Valiant began to speak.

“So who here is familiar with the works of Jules Verne?”