University was pretty hard, but there was one ray of sunshine: electives. Until you decided to torture yourself by taking French. It was a lot harder than it should have been, but at least the teacher was nice. Professor Upham had just gotten out of university himself, and now he was teaching French. He was a pretty nice teacher. Most of the girls in the university had a crush on him, so the ratio of guys to girls in his French class was insane. Right now, Professor Upham was writing some French words on the board.

"Today, we're going over household objects."

He said, giving an offhand smile to the glass. A few girls whispered and giggled.