I didn’t catch, in order to place a containment field around the falling chunks of masonry, which luckily, only killed one novice gardener. I berated him for being a natural disaster, he grinned maniacally at me. Some young accomplice patted him loudly on the back and declared with false authority that it was the single greatest ‘conjuring of the celestial sphere’ he has seen, enough to blow out the wall. Whilst in one way, I could not disagree with his assessment and the result, the method was appalling and worse than the vandalised wall, four students with burns, dead gardener and
single petrified student, was the class’ attitude towards their new hero. It seemed a celebration of idiocy over skill and talent. Further to all the aforementioned and possibly the worst news of all is that part of my Falaxian oak desk is ruined! Hopefully the petrified novice can be restored to his previous fleshly status as right now, he is taking up space in my lectures and proving to be a great distraction. Reports from other classes about this particular group do not bode well. I shudder when I think that the class of ’47 started out in a similar fashion.
I am no Soothsayer but I predict this is not the end of the misfortunes, idiocy, scurrilous behaviour and ignorance that has thus far marked every dogged step of this class
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