All these papers and assignments bring you to the brink of insanity: all this, by yourself. You had a determined course, to be better than what you are now.

Now, here you were on a couch with the team surrounding you. Medic sat on the floor with Pyro and skimmed over it all. College sucked, and the rest of the team even knew it.

Demoman stared at the writing mindlessly, occasionally frog blinking as he watched the pen ink dancing along the papers.

“Should not have dropped outta’ college.”

Scout mumbled, rubbing his face and groaning. You were the one struggling with this work, what was he whining for?!