Impeding Lectures.

Seated in her chair, with Helene by her side, Weslie braced herself for the upcoming class – the dreaded mathematics session. Weslie worked wonders with physics, harbored a passion for chemistry, but if there was one subject she detested more than biology, it was mathematics. Despite her disdain, mathematical problems always seemed to call on her, and her knack for memorizing formulas with a single glance had allowed her to bypass the necessity of rereading them before tests or exams. She found herself praying for the mathematics teacher to be indisposed or, at the very least, have an unforeseen interruption, yet her prayers were rendered null and void as the man strolled into the well-seated classroom. Spotting him, Weslie rolled her eyes in annoyance – she wasn't ready for this class, but she had no other choice.

"What tells the time, anyone?" the male teacher inquired, scanning the classroom to see who would answer his rather cliché question.