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Post by sorencooper on Aug 14, 2009 3:25:58 GMT -5
It didn’t take much to make Søren agitated, really you just had to utter the word ‘test’ and he was a wreck. Thing was, he never did to badly in exams but that didn’t mean he liked them. Particularly when maths was involved, he just didn’t see the point in finding ‘X’. In the end he just circled the letter on the paper with a arrow pointing at it saying ‘here’. He had found X, though the teacher seemed less then amused. Søren found it quite funny until he was landed with extra work and told to ”make something funny out of that”. For a while he thought the guy was joking but with the questions still in his hand and with no answers apart from writing his name where it asked for it, Søren was truly up shit creak. It was the last time he ever attempted to amuse himself, you think with his past they be more lenient or even encourage him to be more open and relaxed. Not punish him for it.
Maybe it wouldn’t all be bad, there were only ten questions. Granted each seem worse then the one before but if he got just one right, it be enough to rub it in the old jerks face. So currently Søren was looking at the paper, expecting these were meant to be impossible to work out but closed his eyes and stabbed a question he would work on. Slowly he peered through a slit in his eyes before looking fully at the paper, number 7 was marked. Reading what it ask and looking to the diagram.
“For fuck sake..” He muttered slouching down on the bench he was sitting on and letting the paper and his notebook fall to the floor. Why, why was he wasting such a nice afternoon? He could go for a walk, read, do some much needed guitar practice. Something he decided he was going to do and stood to walk to the Whinston dorms, forgetting about the work so leaving it behind him.
It didn’t take long to reach the dorms and Søren room, he unlocked the door and left it half open behind him. He didn’t like having it shut on him and so took advantage of the fact the place was relatively empty. Walking to the far wall he pick his guitar from the wall mount and sat on his bed, leaning to the side to reach for one of the various picks he had scattered around the floor. Luckily the one he picked up was the thickness he wanted. He was just going to do some alternate picking on the strings to improve his technique, nothing fancy. Søren knew he was no expert but he played for the enjoyment of it rather then he was any real good, though he always dreamed of getting in a real band.
Plugging the guitar into his amp and effects set up he lowered the volume slightly so not to bother anyone who might be around and started playing a simply melody.
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sorry about the title..
couldn't think of anything else and thought that was funny 
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