Homeroom is always a class about wargames. Without exception. It's boring... It really is because seriously?! I know how to lane! Teach me something new! But whatever. The first real class of my day is Science, specifically chemistry. I hate that class. D-house doesn't have a Chem teacher, which won't mean much to you if I don't explain a little bit about how one gets a job here.

You see, it's not like anybody could teach here. Think about it, I already told you how I could possibly melt a guys eyes out of his skull. You need to be tough, you need to be skilled, you need to know how to handle kids like this. Which is to say you need to basically go to school here. Students usually find a job on or around campus, getting employed by people who went to the IoW. Some truly gifted students are even allowed to be teachers. In theory they're supposed to not have any preference for houses and alliances and usually only students from Zaun or Piltover house are allowed to teach (they don't have any official representation in the two main houses, so it's ok?) but as you can probably guess that isn't the case.

My Chemistry teacher is a junior. His name is Sean Ingeaned. He goes by Singed in most circles but if you're in D-house he'll drop your grade if her ever catches you calling him anything other than 'Professor' or 'Sir'.

He's an asshole. Don't tell him I said so.

But he is.

But the suck doesn't end there, oh no, not for Lux, for Lux the sucks just don't stop coming. That was dirty I'm sorry, but my point is the entire class is against me! I'll throw some popular names at you and you'll see where I'm coming from. Katerina, Draven, Darius, Cassiopia, Talon, and Swain when he can find the time to make it to a class. Being head of your house is hard, or so I've heard. Jarvan never talks about the inner politics that go on in the school but he always seems so tired. I hate chem. I just do. The teacher is garbage, the class is hardly a friendly place... I just feel like a deer in the wolves den.

I just feel so weird sitting next to Kat, that's the worst. It's not that she's mean, or aloof or anything. Actually it's the complete opposite! Her and my brother have this awkward "Totally would be dating if it weren't literally impossible to do so" thing going on. I mean, she's the big sister I always wanted! She's cool and calm, and knows what she's doing, she doesn't let all the petty nonsense affect her, and when kids are talking trash she shuts them up! She has alllll these realllly admirable qualities and we get along great! It's just... I mean... You know what I'm trying to not say right? At least I only have to deal with this class for 45 minutes, then we switch to second science.

Second science for me is physics and that is the best class in the world. You wanna know why little voice, conscious thing? I'll tell you. It's the reason why I can't focus in that class, why I write so much in my diary even though I'm probably old enough to have a blog for that sort of thing, why I can't think about kinetic energy without a little magic coming out of my fingertips! Mmmm two words little voice, two words...

Nathaniel.
Jayce.

That's right little voice, is by far, the sexiest man to ever live ever and I'm crushing like and angry blitzcrank on him. Ohhhh my goodness, ugh! Just... Just yum! Ok so he's smart, he's funny, he's loyal, he's handsome annnnnd I hear his suits are custom made for uhmm... "special" reasons if you get me meaning(total winky face!), and he likes me... Well... I mean he prefers me in class. He really likes my magic. He does soooo many cool things with it. He's so mature! My goodness! Ugh! Like chocolate wrapped in success layered with sex appeal and brains dipped in fudge!

We're gonna get married. Three kids, one boy one girl and one happy accident that we were planning for. We'll have a very lovely social life with a large house that he made himself, I'll be a teacher here at the school and we'll keep our sex life spicy by doing naughty things in the teacher only areas...

Yes I have my dress little voice! I plan to have the wedding in spring, maybe someplace with cherry blossoms... Definitely someplace with cherry blossoms. The cake with be vanilla with a hint of bandanna and I'll save some frosting so that way the first night of the honeymoon he can-

"Ms. Crownguard! What the hell do you think you're doing?! Pay attention! You almost mixed vial A with beaker A! Have you even read the instructions? The contents in vial A are of a highly reactive nature! If they come in contact with the contents in beaker A, a power poison is created."

Singed walked from his elevated black desk, it was covered in bubbling mixtures, large phials on hotplates with green mixtures turning purple then back again. He always wore a surgical mask. it always creeps me out. His clean shaved head always made me think he was a nazi, and his strange fascination with experimentation didn't help that. His sickly yellow eyes looked into mine as he approached my work table where, admittedly, I had done nothing correctly. He looked into my eyes as he mixed the concoctions swiftly and with a great deal of haphazard finesse.

"It is a highly concentrated flesh eating miasma. You'd think you'd die of all the internal bleeding it causes but no, it allows your skin to feel and fall till your muscle is exposed, of course all of this beyond painful but what's more... It has a funny way passing by contact... Everyone you know would die miss crowguard. All because you were too busy thinking about whatever trivial little thing you had been thinking about... Knowing you it was a boy... Knowing your taste in men I've narrowed it down to Nathan, Xin, or your brother... Knowing you family... I suspect it's your brother..."

Singeds' voice was cold. I hated him so much. I reallly did. I hung my head low inhaling deeply as I bit my lip, stopping myself from calling him a sociopathic, nazi, meth head. His hand came to my shoulder and I recoil naturally. He was still mixing the potions without even looking at them.

"I wouldn't inhale too much. Not with your proficiency in idiocy. The next time you want to fantasize about nailing your brother I'd like you to stop whatever it is you're doing and leave my lab. I won't be responsible for any of your possibly life threatening mistakes. Are we clear?"

The chemical fumes coming off of him were horrendous. I could smell the paint thinner and battery acid on him still. How he got away with pinning those drugs on Riven was beyond me, this guy reeks of his habit like someone who just crawled out of dumpster. Without so much as looking at what I'd mixed or what he mixed, the chemicals all seemed to be a neutral gray color now. He put another paper in front of me as he got out of my face.

"There's the instructions for the lab in case you forgot. Now, get back to work miss crownguard. I'll be speaking to your housemaster about this."

And with that it was over. I felt like crying. I felt like doing that thing I think I can do to a mans eyes. I really just felt like we needed more chemistry teachers. I always suggested to Heimerdinger he should do it but he's got to put it past the school board and they just don't see a point in it...

I hate my school sometimes. I really, really do.