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(group member since Jun 22, 2013)
Gin’s
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Bismuth is suddenly aware that she appears to be the only one paying attention in the class. She doesn't know whether to be worried or angry.
Woop.For some reason I just remembered how in elementary school we learned to type. I remember typing, like. one word a minuet. And how excited I was to learn how to type a new word.
Now that I think about it though, I knew how to spell, why the hell didn't I just find the letters for myself? Jeez, why was typing so hard in the beginning?
Though the tests were stupid, they'd put those covers over the keyboard, remember? And you'd have to type without looking at the keys.
Like, now, I'm an amazing typer, but I still look at my fingers when I type, not as much, but I still do.
Anyway, typing. O_O
Bismuth sits in the front to make sure she can see the board clearly. She gazes out the window for a minuet, waiting for the bell to ring. It really is a beautiful day outside.
Bismuth also makes it to her next class, stopping briefly at her locker to collect her notebooks. She silently wonders what her lunch is today.
Shaking all thoughts of her sis out of her head Bismuth continues to diligently work throughout the period. Today is a good day and she understands most of the material.The class ends and she packs up.
Bismuth listens to the professor carefully, she has trouble with this subject especially and doesn't want to miss a thing. Her sister always said that she could phone if she had trouble with anything, but she wasn't going to sink to that. She did have her pride.
Happy that the girl smiled back Bismuth sits up straight in her seat.The class has started already so she uses her pen to take notes now, no more twirling.
She notices another student, looking rather ragged, come in late. She smiles at him as well.
