Aleksandr let out a sigh as Jamie spoke about Dr. Yale. Another weird professor.  He always thought his own father could be quite strange, especially being a priest.  However, the oddness of the professors here seemed hard to believe, except he was living in their oddities so it had to be believed. Was it a pre-requisite to be extremely eccentric in order to teach at Darcy University?  He was debating whether he would alleviate stress by explaining to his father what mental torture this university was turning out to be, "I'll try not to anger her, I guess..." he trailed off.  He never really got in trouble at school, except for slacking and looking depressed.

Aleksandr walked outside and saw Adair Hall close by.  The building had its name sculpted in gothic lettering over the entrance.  He turned to look at Teimhnean.  The letters were printed above the entrance, as well, in the same gothic lettering.

He turned back around and looked at the darkened sky.  It looked like it was about to rain.  He actually did not mind bicycling in the rain, but something told him to be.  It was probably the negative attitude he was forming over the entire day.  His father always tried to tell him to stay positive and never lose hope.  However, he had watched as his father's hope slipped through the seams of the his black cassock from these past years.  The move seemed to be fresh for his father, and the thought of his son going back to school to get a [i]good education[/i] was also a positive impact on his father's mood as of lately.

As he entered Adair Hall, he opened the heavy wooden doors.  The building was similar to Teimhnean. He looked for room 119.  He spotted it easily.  When he entered, he saw Dr. Yale. She was nothing like he had imagined her to look.  He felt a slight burning in his cheeks.  He tried not to stare at her, so he looked forward at the desks.  Sylv was already sitting.  He decided to sit next to her.  The amount of estrogen in the room was making Aleksandr feel uneasy.  His unwant for Jamie's presence turned into a yearning for him to enter soon.

Aleksandr put his messenger bag down next to the seat he had chosen.  [i]I forgot a writing utensil. Right.[/i]  He leaned over to Sylv.  He knew she didn't want to be bothered, but he didn't want to be a bother to Dr. Yale, "Excuse me?" he tried to ask nicely, sincerely. [@Arista]