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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2015 17:06:43 GMT -5
Marilyn loved the culinary program here at NYU. She loved being able to have hands-on experiences; it was how she learned, honestly. She could sit there and read for hours and absorb none of the content. It was frustrating, but she had to live with it during high school. Now that she was in college, she had more control over how she learned and what she was doing. Her first year here she had to do some lecture hall courses to learn the basics of cooking and stuff like that, but now she was in a room that had four tiny kitchens in it that a class of twenty could use. They got to learn new recipes each class, and Marilyn loved that.
Her group consisted of one boy named Perry and another girl who didn't seem to take the culinary arts very seriously. Marilyn wasn't too fond of that girl, though. She didn't understand why she would pay for school and not care about it. That was one thing that Marilyn couldn't stand. Why would you do that to yourself? Why would you want to put yourself through the debt if you weren't going to take it seriously, show up, or even enjoy it? It was a waste of not only your own money and time, but to everyone else taking that course as well. So, when Marilyn walked in and realized that neither Perry nor the girl were there yet, she breathed a sigh of relief. She went over to their kitchen, hanging up her jacket before throwing an apron on. She grabbed some Clorox wipes to wipe down the table and counters. Though they cleaned their stations after every meal, Marilyn felt better cleaning them down again. Plus, she got there early anyways because was just always afraid of being late. She was there before their professor today, which wasn't uncommon.
Once she was finished wiping everything down, she pulled her laptop out of her bag and began to type some stuff up for an English class she was forced to take. The paper was due in a few days, and she had been putting it off because she couldn't stand the class. But it needed done, so why not do it while she waited for another class to begin?
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For: Percival Harrison Collins Outfit: Marilyn Words: 383 Notes: I'm just pretending it's a kitchen instead of a lecture hall.
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Post by Percival Harrison Collins on Dec 8, 2015 20:02:35 GMT -5
Perry wasn’t even supposed to be on campus. He was supposed to be dealing with the family business. But his professor had asked him to sit in on a lower class to keep an eye on what was happening in it. He’d said there were some students that had potential, some that were passionate but average and some that were just so bad he wondered why they were even there. Perry was at the top of his classes, passed everything with flying colours so he’d asked for his opinion on the students in this particular class. And of course, Perry just couldn’t say no. There were some who just seemed to be trying too hard and others who knew what they were doing and just had this innate skill for cooking. Avery, the freshman who’d been brought up to test her skills out was one of those people. To the outside eye, she probably looked like she wasn’t taking any of it seriously, like she was slacking off and making light of the whole thing but that was hardly reality.
She was the one he was interested in the most. She had game in the kitchen and he’d noticed it right off but he was basically the professor’s spy and couldn’t say anything outright to any of the students. His only wish for the class, was that he wanted it to be on a different day, or at least later in the day so he could pretend like he actually gave a damn about the family business he was supposed to be running. Just because he was a multi-millionaire at twenty-four didn’t mean he could neglect where that money came from. His parents might have thought it was a joke, his aunt and uncle giving him everything when they’d both passed but he was the only child in the family, the only heir. And he was the one with controlling interest, ironically enough. He had final say in whatever his father suggested. It was comical really because if he really wanted to, he could be a complete and total ass and deny everything but unlike his father, he had a heart and knew the business was more than just figures. There were people involved, employees with families they needed to support. So he read through everything carefully and only axed what he thought were stupid and ridiculous and really unnecessary; which, surprisingly, wasn’t all that much.
As per usual, Perry met the professor outside his office to talk along the way about what to lookout for and to give an update on his own findings. He told him everything he’d seen during the last class, handed over the little page of notes he’d typed up on his phone throughout the class. He was positive he looked like he was constantly sending text messages but that was definitely not the case. He kept very detailed notes on his phone throughout every class and circled back to them when he needed to do homework or research. Walking into the classroom, Perry just nodded his head and moved over to his station to check it out. He was a perfectionist when it came to his work station. If it wasn’t to his level, he got out the disinfectant and did it all again. He nodded his head at the other girl in their group who was staring intently at her laptop’s screen and reached for the disinfectant wipes only to find none in their usual spot. With a sigh, Perry pulled the bandanna he wore through class out of the side pocket of his backpack before setting it at his feet. Making quick work of tying up the blue bandanna, he pulled the papers his PA had given him that morning out of the backpack and quickly went through them, making little notes in the margin.
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