I would compare my thoughts to a figurative combination of Pavlov and his Dogs, both vaguely concerning and slightly related to the topic of discussion

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Arriving at Willborn hall shortly after Terrance's (surprisingly fast) exit I quickly checked out what room the study group had reserved before hand.

The front desk was mainly empty this early in the morning, but there were still a few people fighting of the sense of grogginess pervading the lobby.

"I'm here for the 5:30 study group, Under the Name Damian I believe".

The lady at the counter was dressed in the most brown I had seen on person in years.

I mentally applaud the women for her commitment to such an underrated section of the color wheel.

She looked listless for a couple of seconds before I eventually had to repeat the question.

She heard me the second time around though, a better than average result for most people working in such a lifeless place.

"Right down the hall on the right side, room 188 dear, have a wonderful day".

I quickly thanked her and started walking back down the hallway I came from. Looking for the room number.

Finding it shortly after I opened the door.

Greeting me were a pilefull of candy wrappers and chip bags strewn about within the room.

With great effort I made it past this wonderful scale model of candy land.

"I can get Terrance, but why do you two have to be so damn weird all the time" I asked Dan and Christie.

"Hey man it's an art form". -Dan

"Ain't nothing but a chicken wing".

-Christie

"I'm pretty sure there is a piece of chicken if you want it Greg" said Terrance.

Looking over reveled that indeed there was a bucket of wing in the room, and unfortunately it was right on top of it that I had just decided to place my computer bag a second ago.

"Goddam Special Sauce" I said trying to remove the concoction of juices now staining my bag.

Terrance could actually be pretty quiet when he wants to be I guess.

I just keep forgetting that because of how obnoxious he is all the time.

"Is Damian Here?" I asked the group.

"Bathroom" said Christie.

After five minutes it started to get a bit more noisy outside, with other groups ramping up for the day.

Unfortunately my group are all Idiots so I spent the time cleaning up the wrappers and putting them in the chicken bucket.

"What did I miss?" Damian said as he entered the room.

"We are almost ready".

"Just get your notes from yesterday's lecture out so we can cross reference".

"Okay chief." Said Terrance before Damian could respond.

Terrance shoots a couple of finger guns at me before he starts looking in his bag for the notes.

"Here you go". Terrance is quite fast at forcing the notebook in front of me.

I'm actually quite surprised because while Terrance and Damian usually take the lecture at the same time, Damian is the one who actually takes notes.

maybe the study group is helping Terrance more than I thought.

...nevermind this is Damians notebook.

We talked math for 30 minutes before I decided to type some quizzes out for our next meeting.

Afterword we got into a discussion about the pros and cons of modern medical advancement, referring to Dan for the most part notewise.

since he was the only one pursuing a major that was vaugely related to the conversation.

Christine was into water science like me while Damian was a Physics Major.

oh and Terrance was still undecided

We talked at length about different theories and assignments.

I tried to organize the flow of this study group to be productive in some way, since it is my job, but I could tell they were only going through the motions for the most part.

I understood their dynamic though, for the most part everyone here was trying to get degrees for careers that they all knew they didn't want to have.

Dave told me he wanted to be a bee keeper at our first meeting.

Damian wants to be a nurse but is scared that he will quit and waste money.

Christie wants to study astrology.

While Terrance is the most idiotic of the group I can't help but feel that the dude is also the happiest out of everyone here.

Myself not included of course. I am quite happy with what I chose and wouldn't change it if given the chance.

...And it's not like they are paying me to give advice on what they should be doing with their life either. I'm not nosy like that and I don't intended to change anytime soon.

At 9:00 We decided that we should start heading to class.

we started packing up while Terrance did his smooth walk up move towards me.

"here you go boss".

he pulled out a crisp twenty and waved it above his head. Inspecting it in the light like you would do in some movie or show.

he did it with the other twenty, and as a reply to my lack of reaction took twice the time with the last 10$ bill.

"can't be passing off fake goods". He said in the most serious voice he could muster.

He tried to give me some Monopoly money the first time we met.

"Thanks".

I keep forgetting that Terrance is really the one who organizes this group, and is the resident trust fund baby.

I pass by Dave and Damian in the Hallway before heading to first period with Christine.