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"If it wasn't for that snob that teaches this class I wouldn't be sitting here, and since he's the only one that does teach it I have no choice but to take this particular class. Though I suspect that after this semester he might get shuffled somewhere else or fired. What with the way he's been doing things anyways. As for why not going for a music degree is because I simply don't need one. I've been having people hounding me since I was a kid and fed up of it for the time being. Don't really play much anymore anyways." Looking over at Vincent he notices the doodle, a bit surprised when he sees it. "You're pretty good at that, have you thought about doing commissions? If you're liked enough you can make some big bucks online doing art. A buddy of mine from when I was a kid made a song for a commercial and has made almost half a mill off of it."

There's suddenly a bang as the professor flings the door open and strides in, dumping his folders and books on the desk. Seeing Donevin sitting in the back he smirks, a bit of malice in his eyes.

"So mister Donevin has decided not to distract those in the front with his snoring, excellent! I can actually teach the class for a change and maybe those of you who haven't been doing so well will not fail the class. Now." Turning around he begins writing formulas on the board and explaining their uses and why they are the way they are.