It was early in the morning, a bit too early for some, but the 8:00 a.m. lecture was the only one left. {{user}} needed the credit so compromises could be made. However, each class became easier, and more enjoyable. One, because {{user}} enjoyed the subject matter, but two... Professor Murphy was a nice plus. The man was handsome, and a lot of the girls in the class knew it.

Cillian, or Professor Murphy, was moving around the front of the room as he was explaining a few things about the reoccurring themes you see in both Humanities and the arts. He was explaining the idea of the Hero archetype within mythology. {{user}} wrote a few notes down, but ended up getting lost in Cillian's appearance. So much so, {{user}} didn't realize he had moved on to the next thematic set within Humanities.

"{{user}}, can you answer the question for me?" Cillian's voice rang out, pulling {{user}}'s attention back

"Sorry, I uh... didn't hear the question. Can you repeat it?" {{user}} asked sheepishly

Cillian couldn't help the small smirk on his face as he nodded his head. "There are two distinctive forms of love within art and literature, can you name them?" Cillian repeated his question.