[ The first few months of Prompta's time at the Studium is definitely eventful, to say the least. Her coursework is far more intense and demanding then she could have ever guessed, but really, that shouldn't be surprising. She has never exactly been an overachiever as far as grades are concerned, and even if she's trying her absolute hardest here, it's...a lot. Overwhelming. There's a lot of ups and downs, times when things click and times when she is close to tears trying to learn everything she needs to, but she doesn't give up. She can't. What would she do if she flunked out? Go back to Insomnia and work in a coffee shop for the rest of her life? (heheh)
So she keeps at it, much as it might exhaust her, much as it might cut into her social life more than she'd like. She's still pretty sure, but her friends are here, too, and Alisaie is her roommate. She would much rather be spending time shooting the shit with them instead of hunched over books until her eyes glaze over every night, but she's surviving. It'll get easier eventually, right? Once she gets more focused on her field of study instead of having to take a bunch of general required courses.
Even if working with machines isn't exactly a work in the park...yeah, she may be a little in over her head.
Which is why she can't turn down the offer to be tutored by Alisaie when she gives it. Prompta doesn't know how she does it. Alisaie has like double or triple the workload, yet still finds time to tutor her, and patiently, too. She's a saint, and while normal Prompta might have tried to refuse so as to not be a burden on her friend, in this case, she can't really afford to pass her up. Gods, she feels terribly guilty about it, because she'll surely never be able to offering Alisaie something in return for her efforts, but she can at least be as model of a tutee as she can.
It's late at night in the library as the two of them sit next to each other, Prompta's nose to a worksheet about aetherial something-or-others, her forehead in her hand, as she sets her pencil down. ]
Maaaan, I gotta say, I have a respect for people who can use aether more than I ever had before...
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So she keeps at it, much as it might exhaust her, much as it might cut into her social life more than she'd like. She's still pretty sure, but her friends are here, too, and Alisaie is her roommate. She would much rather be spending time shooting the shit with them instead of hunched over books until her eyes glaze over every night, but she's surviving. It'll get easier eventually, right? Once she gets more focused on her field of study instead of having to take a bunch of general required courses.
Even if working with machines isn't exactly a work in the park...yeah, she may be a little in over her head.
Which is why she can't turn down the offer to be tutored by Alisaie when she gives it. Prompta doesn't know how she does it. Alisaie has like double or triple the workload, yet still finds time to tutor her, and patiently, too. She's a saint, and while normal Prompta might have tried to refuse so as to not be a burden on her friend, in this case, she can't really afford to pass her up. Gods, she feels terribly guilty about it, because she'll surely never be able to offering Alisaie something in return for her efforts, but she can at least be as model of a tutee as she can.
It's late at night in the library as the two of them sit next to each other, Prompta's nose to a worksheet about aetherial something-or-others, her forehead in her hand, as she sets her pencil down. ]
Maaaan, I gotta say, I have a respect for people who can use aether more than I ever had before...
[ Because boy, is it complicated. ]