Post by Liang Jong R3 on May 10, 2008 14:14:35 GMT
He wasn’t the type to procrastinate his homework. Liang Jong was always on top of his work; he never handed his work in late and always put effort and took pride in the written work he did. Other students jealously and wistfully questioned him – they demanded to know his secrets for conquering his homework without much difficulty.
Liang was always affronted by such questions, after all, the only way that a person could succeed would be to put in as much effort as possible; and besides, Liang could not stand slackers – he had no sympathy for the procrastinators who wiled away their time instead of finishing their work.
At the moment, however, Liang was certainly a hypocrite.
The young man was hunched over in a plush seat in the common room – his chair turned to face away from the window. (He didn’t need to be distracted by any other stimuli after all) His quill was held tightly in his hand and, with violent brush strokes and a constant scratching noise that could only come from furious writing, Liang rushed to complete whatever assignment he had strangely put off. He was frustrated with himself, he never missed an assignment, after all, but now he found himself working hard to finish an essay in time for the next class!
‘Stupid!’ He cursed quietly to himself as he stared at his last, awkward sentence – and while some students may have left it and hoped for the best, Liang furiously moved back with his quill over the sin to the English language. The young man stabbed the ridiculous sentence – ’And thus the conclusion for the history of magic is because of the beginning of time magic has always been present’ – dead and away from its painful existence, he covered the words with dark, dark marks and scratches until the whole sentence was simply a thick, black blotch upon his paper.
Once his violent rage was over and done with, the young man slouched in his chair and scowled, quietly, at his paper. It was amazing, really, how the young man known for not showing emotion could become so animated over a piece of paper; thus leaving Liang Jong steaming quietly in his chair.
(( :< Sorry if the post is a bit short!))
Liang was always affronted by such questions, after all, the only way that a person could succeed would be to put in as much effort as possible; and besides, Liang could not stand slackers – he had no sympathy for the procrastinators who wiled away their time instead of finishing their work.
At the moment, however, Liang was certainly a hypocrite.
The young man was hunched over in a plush seat in the common room – his chair turned to face away from the window. (He didn’t need to be distracted by any other stimuli after all) His quill was held tightly in his hand and, with violent brush strokes and a constant scratching noise that could only come from furious writing, Liang rushed to complete whatever assignment he had strangely put off. He was frustrated with himself, he never missed an assignment, after all, but now he found himself working hard to finish an essay in time for the next class!
‘Stupid!’ He cursed quietly to himself as he stared at his last, awkward sentence – and while some students may have left it and hoped for the best, Liang furiously moved back with his quill over the sin to the English language. The young man stabbed the ridiculous sentence – ’And thus the conclusion for the history of magic is because of the beginning of time magic has always been present’ – dead and away from its painful existence, he covered the words with dark, dark marks and scratches until the whole sentence was simply a thick, black blotch upon his paper.
Once his violent rage was over and done with, the young man slouched in his chair and scowled, quietly, at his paper. It was amazing, really, how the young man known for not showing emotion could become so animated over a piece of paper; thus leaving Liang Jong steaming quietly in his chair.
(( :< Sorry if the post is a bit short!))
