Most people do not like college at all whether enteri. It's just extra schooling and the same knowledge they had learned previously in high school. Except they were on their teacher beckoning the student to arrive. When they are late they are is our fanfictional story that will be continued on.

The year is currently 2116. Planet Earth. The state in which this story supposedly takes place in is Roanoke. Virginia Western Community College (VWCC) is one of our main settings for today, for it is located on a 70 acre campus in the Franklin Colonial Neighborhood with futuristic characteristics that may have been ripped out 'Back to the Past', 'Tron',or some other media related topic showing cars floating by levitation disks underneath their cars-Oh that's it. The Jetsons. Almost. They float a few feet above the ground. VWCC is the third-largest college in the Virginia Community College system.

Little machines are sweeping the floor. And so the camera's view glides past pretty houses kept under tremendously fine support from the ground up. We notice the black road dotted in yellowness. The pace goes faster and faster. Towards a fancy looking building that is long in width. The middle entrance is similar to a hotel entry, the left side is brown poked in by black holes leaving the other side to be striking alike to an upside down glass that the green bottom being straight forward a roof serving.

That building is the Virginia Western Community College that was founded back in 1966.A two-year public college. Here's a fun question to muse yourself over, is it safe to visualize a title "Vampire in Vincent" or "Vampire in France" with a Timelord involved? Alright back to our slow moving story.

We go into the building. Through walls as if they were we find a potential scene that may clear the confusion of why exactly we are here. A man sitting in a chair appears to be in his fifties,His hairline is similar to a horses's hoof except the top hair area is all raised up. His skin is pretty much pale.

"Lanon...Just Landon?" A person questionably lifted old squared type glasses out of the way. from eye visual. Acting quizicaly at the man. This person is sitting behind the desk with a computer to the side "As in London?"

The man with pale skin His right hand firmly grasped around a cane, nodded.

"There's unusuality in everything, including 23 associate degree programs,I firmlly believe you chose it because there were 23 people at the founding of this place." Landon said,leaning back in the chair. "So yes. I chose a name similar to London."

The person listening to Landon's every word, laughed.

"Do you have any experiance in teaching History?" The person asked Landon. "Math,Science, Health,English?"

Landon paused. He goes over all the things he had did previously. After he had became a Timelord with a TARDIS-He doesn't remember his REAL name-from Indian age to Victorian era (In which people can argue it's the Dracula era) then returning to 'Modern' day Earth. The Dalekmen war is figmented in his memory of what had lead up to it. The other adventures are very clear since he had learned knowledge along the way making new friends.

Math on the other hand is not one of his best subjects. But he can get better at doing it. History IS his best subject . Why? History has to do with timetravel you see. The logic of science is one of his best fields. The TARDIS taking him from time frame to time frame demostrated several effects and lessons. Lessons that would help him later on in in his first regeneration he posed as Abraham Lincoln (For about one year, no, he wasn't there at the assination) with Jennet snapping pictures at their strong similiarities that's kinda alike.

The person rubbed its chin.

"It's as if I have seen you before...And met you I haven't really." The person said, wiggling the nose of itself. Behind him is the portrait of the previous incarnation of Landon instructing the Silurians and the President to negotiate a treaty.

A lady came into the persons room with a note in her hand. She placed it to the persons desk. "There's been a note found with your name square on it." She told the person, who left the room straight away.

"By the time I am done reading this lettter, you must have an answer for me." The person said, opening the note.

A small smile grew on The Timelord's face,a improble decision had been mostly unlikely. Something that anyone would not expect. "I already have my answer." The timelord said, his eyes were not unfazed by the dotted walls and book shelves lined with books to the left hand side. There's also photographs aligned to the edge of the wooden desk.

The person raised it's eyebrows.

"The sooner I know what's your best field, the sooner we'll get this interview done." The person said, attempting to act serious, The Timelord laughed at him. Humanity amuses him to no end. Even when he actually used to be one. His square glasses slide down. He used his index finger to slide them back up,

"History."