FRIDAY, 21 September, 2018
Art history? Why on earth did he choose art history? Out of all the possible things he could have chosen. Why art history? Sirius was practically at the point of groaning and slamming his head down on his desk as he looked over all the notes he had taken, or rather, all the very, very pointless notes he had taken. Why had he chosen Art History? Why? Why had he chosen to go to university at all? He was an idiot, that was why. He'd told himself that out of all the options, Art History would be a good one.
Art, he loved.
History, he secretly loved even more.
It had taken him ages to decided. Trying to work out what would be the most punk rock thing to study. Nothing was punk rock enough! He had moaned, sobbing into James's shoulder.
"James, nothing is punk rock. What do I choose? What do I choose?"
"Don't choose anything. You don't need to go."
"How dare you! Assume I can't make the decision! Art History it is!" he had declared far too loudly for an early Sunday morning.
He winced at the memory. Maybe it hadn't been the best idea to enrol in such a huff, but deep down, he knew that he would always have chosen Art History. Even deeper down, he knew that he was a nerd, but that wasn't punk rock AT ALL. So that was something that was banned from being mentioned. So much as a "why are you studying Art History" and a glare severe enough to make Zeus let-me-fuck-every-single-living-thing-most-of-whom-I'm-related-to stand down from his throne on Olympus.
Yes, they had been studying ancient Greek artwork. And yes, it was one of Sirius's favourite things to learn about. But no, NO, they DID NOT make it interesting at all. Maybe when they changed topics it would be more interesting, though Sirius doubted it. Despite the lack of paying attention, and the lack of notes, Sirius didn't particularly want to fail either. And it was times like this that he thanked whatever gods were out there, Greek or otherwise, for the internet and for google. Especially Google. Google the lifesaver. Much more of a god than Dionysus "let's get utterly and completely pissed with a bunch of wild and slightly murderous girls".
It wasn't long before Sirius gave up on trying to salvage notes and learn something. He would catch up, he would likely ace the exam, he generally did. He wasn't particularly proud of his studying habits, but he also wasn't horrified enough to change them. Many a time, people had tried to convince him to actually pay attention in classes, and now, they'd tried warning him that he'd have to pay attention in lectures. But still, he found himself getting bored and just drifting away from the subject and into whatever doodles he was creating, while pretending to be somewhat interested. But now that he hadn't made any effort in the lecture, what was the point in trying to recover the notes now? He'd work it out in the next lecture. He was sure.