Nathaniel sat beside Brad, although he had been silent for pretty much the entire class, quickly and furiously taking notes. Growing up, Nathaniel's teachers had already told him to take notes in his own words, but he didn't have time for that. Class was always moving, and he wasn't sure where it was moving, but it was moving, and he wanted to make sure he didn't miss anything. So the easiest thing for him to do, of course, is to just copy down whatever the teacher says or puts on the board without actually thinking about it.
He had quickly written down notes on the basic mechanics of Synchro Summoning, the monster card texts in the demonstration, even the rant on professional dueling. He was just about to start a new section labeled "Drugs" when he realized that the class had taken a rather unexpected turn.
This isn't going to be on the exam, is it?
He had quickly written down notes on the basic mechanics of Synchro Summoning, the monster card texts in the demonstration, even the rant on professional dueling. He was just about to start a new section labeled "Drugs" when he realized that the class had taken a rather unexpected turn.
This isn't going to be on the exam, is it?