Scar rolls his wheelchair to his usual spot, near the back of the classroom. He takes out an apple from his bag and starts eating it while listening to the lecture.

Scar under his breath "Can this class be any more boring? I swear, I'd rather be solving differential equations blindfolded than sitting through this."

He takes another bite of the apple, chewing thoughtfully as he glances at the clock, willing time to move faster.

Scar muttering to himself "And they wonder why I always have snacks. It's the only thing keeping me awake in here."