[010] -- “Gratitude is a sickness suffered by dogs.”

[musthatefrogs]

[Behold, Culinary Arts students! You received a system PM from the frequently missing, dysfunctional teacher today! It looks like it's your grade: You will receive a letter scoring, and a small note to consult with him on the system or at an arranged time if you wish to dispute it.

Meanwhile, on another part of the system in the Russians' dorm, a

Comments

[trick_room]

F.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFantastic!!!!

[ Text ]

[musthatefrogs]

Good to know you know your place.

[ Text ]

[trick_room]

man I LOVE your class i coudl stand for like 60 fantastic grades from you LETS DO THIS yeeshah

[musthatefrogs]

You're a glutton for punishment.

Stay out.

Privato

[breaks_ground]

What's with the low grade, sir? I remember you seemed to think my cooking was good.

[ Text ]

[musthatefrogs]

I believe you disatisfied my Ivan at some point.

[Private Text ]

[breaks_ground]

I messed up on some dish and got the pepper level wrong, once. Surely that's not cause for a failing grade.

[He's never gotten an F sob.]

[musthatefrogs]

Maybe Ivan was allergic to it.

[ Raikov? Allergic to something? Gasp. ]

Nearly killing my Ivan is grounds for failing.

[majorcrotchgrab]

I seemed to have better luck with my students in art...

[ Action? ]

[musthatefrogs]

Because I attract more insufferable, little shits than you.

[Action in my pants]

[majorcrotchgrab]

Mn...

[He points to the notes]

About ... Giovanni's low grade...

[ THE BEST KIND ]

[musthatefrogs]

Go on?

[A smirk.]

You question my judgment?

[E-mail]

[besteststarter]

[Bulba had been stewing over his courses of action regarding Culinary Arts in the back of his head all during break. He had actually learned quite a bit and felt he was becoming a better cook because of it, and Volgin (and by proxy Raikov) hadn't seemed too bad... before everything that happened. He still had the feeling that he could do better and that he could get that A, but there were more important things surrounding this. He could learn to live with a B.]

Dear Mr. Volgin,

Thank you for a challenging semester. I found it rather inspiring and productive for my own improvements. It is with a bit of regret that I should inform you that I'm withdrawing from your course, but I feel as though it would be a beneficial course of action for the both of us. I will, however, continue to put your lessons to good use. I hope for the best for next semester's class!

Sincerely,
Bulba.

[musthatefrogs]

[Volgin is fairly unaware of Bulba's relationship to the creature he mutilated a month ago, but the loss of an earnest student that, for the most part, did not annoy him was... almost disappointing.

Almost.

To think: If he could run out everyone else, he could dedicate his teaching session to tantric sex positions with Raikov.

Maybe he should revise the grades, pass everyone instead (as failure means entrapment in the course), and...

At the pain of something pointed and painful licking the bottoms of his feet, the tongue of some unseen flame, the idea was quickly, sadly, dismissed.

He would have to relish his forced teaching through their writhing.

For now.]

[pitticus]

[WHAAAAAT OH NOOOOO]

[He failed... and after learning so much! Pit had been a terrible cook at first, but when Louie taught the class, he felt like he was actually starting to pick up on the subtle tricks and skills that come with the culinary arts... and enjoying it, too! But now he got a big, fat F. Wh-what should he do...? This was so shameful on his part. It may be just cooking class, but it brought him down so hard because he had tried. What a loser.]

[Spoilers: he probably cried. Just a little. But NOBODY SAW!!!1! They were wiped up quickly because angels don't cry over failures.]

[musthatefrogs]

[And likely, Pit never knew that he was bias'd against because of a little fighting session.

Because someone is insecure about being beaten by justin bieber with wings a pretty angel-boy.]