Archive, Side A.

It was quite hot in the four walled cubicle they liked to call Class and Laura couldn't figure out the purpose of the idily rotating fans. Whatever objective it was that they were affixed for?

They were flunking it.

She watched from her side-eye as a lady persistently dabbed the rivulet meandering across her arms.

Dab, dab, Tissue exit.

It was unencouraging, it also reminded her of the Friday night Tragicomedies with her goons.

Goons

Laura tapped at her phone, suavely bypassing application catcalls (It was a befitting and succinct epithet) her newly set candy crush record seemed to be daring her to make another attempt at it.

She checked the time again, the professor was fashionably late and as far as she'd heard, it didn't happen often.

Colleagues who had taken his course the previous semester had commended his attitude to work and after much comparison, awarded his own portion of the course "as persistent with incomparable delivery".

His reputation didn't seem to hold up. (At least the affixed fan seemed to be holding up better than his propaganda propagating reputation). They had also credited his idiosyncrasies and uncanny nature but all that was to be seen was people and bacteria breeding sweat seeping through unmentionable areas.

Laura asked to be excused and tried to prevent further awkwardness as she skirted past tight corners, uncomfortable glances and crumbling piled up tissue mountains.

There was no crime in utilizing one's almost wasted time. The opportunity cost was high. (Plus, Hunger/anger got shit done).Taking a backward glance, laura noticed that the class size seemed somewhat reduced. It was inexplicable and she just couldn't figure it out. Not many people had made the inconvenient sojourn with the "ciao a lá" middle finger for the class like she had, plus there was still chattering amidst the geniuses in front.

Something felt contrived. Laura wondered briefly if she had the wrong class for a lecture that was to last for an hour. But oh well, it wasn't like she was fully invested in her grades anyways.

Suthor

P.S
Further installments will include NSFW content. I'm cheerfully exploring erotica. :)
Response to this first part dictates where i'll go from here.

There's nothing as uninspiring as putting your heart out there only to have a lack of feedback. (Positive/Constructive).
So we'll see how it goes.
I do hope you enjoy!