"...hijo de puta...how am I supposed to write this without being stuck in a ward?"

Jack wasn't stupid by any accounts. If anything he was pretty average, he'd admit that he was no Einstein. The only complaint that one might have had about him would probably be that he's just slightly lazy. Just a tiny bit, nothing major! Maybe it was just because most of the professors 'liked' him.

Who knew, but that meant he had a little lee-way when it came to assignments. Of course, he abused it. What else could he have possibly done? Sometimes he'd even 'concince' his best pal and roommate Felix to 'help him out'. It was more or less bribing the other slightly younger man with alcohol to do some things for him, but when Jack spelled it out like that he didn't like the way it sounded.

Oh, but what was his assignment? Just a small paper for his robotics class to start off the year. Now, this wouldn't have been all that big of a deal if the topic wasn't 'What are you going to do with the skills you will learn in this class?'. For anyone else it was a piece of cake, but for Jack Walten? Oh no, he had dreams. Big dreams that were more often than not called pipe-dreams.

Hey, if Walt himself could pull it off, then so could Jack! When he thought over that logic though, he soon realized that the Mouse was what, a millionaire or something impressive like that? All he had was a scholarship and his crack dreams, how was he of all people going to pull this off? A problem for day after tomorrow, because Jack had to focus on this damn paper.

Sat in the library, here he was spending his weekend away writing instead of...well, doing something with Felix maybe!

Running a hand through his hair, Jack fixed the nearly blank paper beneath him with a gaze that might have rivaled Clark Kent's. If he was nearly as smart as the comic book character that was. Being a 'handy-man' came with its cons it seemed.

"...well what can a guy do...I guess I've just got to be honest here, integrity be damned."