Who in hell would ever think that it was a good thing to have a English class right after a wildlife biometrics class? Certainly no one in their right mind, or at least not someone who just about loathed any English class that they had ever taken in their life, so much so that they avoided taking the class until just about the last minute so that they wouldn't have to sit through the class when they really didn't want to. Oh no, that would be a terrible idea, right? To have to have one difficult class and then turn around to take one that was generally regarded as boring with the literature that would be read and with the essays that would have to be written in order to pass the class; now that was a stupid idea, because who would do something like that? Then again, Hayden had never really considered herself to be one to make the best decisions in her life when they became extremely important to her. Groaning to herself as she blew out a sigh from her mouth as she re positioned the backpack on her shoulders, she grumbled to herself lightly as she made her way through the pathway that was made around campus for the students to walk upon, though most of the time students would trample their feet upon the grass in order to make a short cut to their destination. Surely she should have better planned her schedule, just so that she could have avoided doing something as stupid as getting her English class to be right after her wildlife biometrics class, one that she felt as if she was really going to enjoy later on in the semester once the class would finally start. However, when dealing with measurements and taking in information for different formulas that would help her pass the class, it took a lot of her mind power, or so she liked to think, and really, she did not want to spend an hour and fifteen minutes listening to a professor raddled on about some literature 'genius' that created 'great work that will never be able to be replicated' right after that class. Perhaps she had just had terrible English teachers in high school, she wanted to reason with herself, and that they were the reasons as to why she wanted nothing to do with this class, however she figured that that wasn't the case. She just, frankly, wasn't into learning about any those things. Could she understand the people who did like this kind of subject? Of course, if only because she was questioned more often than not of how she could enjoy her science classes as much as she did, and of how she could stand all of the math that she had to deal with. It was just her thing; it was something that kept her interest and it was something that kept her awake because she liked it, and she figured that since she could like something like that, then someone could like something like English. She liked learning formulas, she liked looking at the chemical properties of things, but, most of all, she liked biology. She liked the body, she liked cells and molecules and other things of that nature, and she certainly liked working with those things in animals. It was so interesting! How could it not be? True, it could become quiet bothersome when having to remember so many different terms and formulas, but certainly it was better than having to read a story that she may not even understand because she couldn't read between the lines like most people probably were able to to analyze and understand the deeper meaning behind it all. That, and because she wasn't the best with writing essays on said stories or essays that they had to read. It just didn't seem right to her; she had well enough English skills, and while she hated writing essays she figured that she could do them relatively well, so why did she have to take a class on it, especially seeing as it would do nothing to help her, really, in regards to getting her into vet school? She was more than convinced that the things she would have to listen to in the class would do nothing to benefit her, so why take it? But alas, she had to take it since it was part of her curriculum. If she wanted her degree, she had to take this class and she had to pass it. Great. But maybe it wouldn't be as bad as she was making it out to be; maybe she was just overreacting. She wanted to believe so, and she wanted to believe that she would be able to get through this class with the ease that she had been able to get through her other classes. Hayden figured herself to be relatively smart, not the natural kind of smart like a few of her friends were who could fall asleep in class and still come out with an 'A' on any test that they took despite the fact that they didn't have to study but once to memorize everything, but the kind of smart where if she studied something hard enough and worked with it long enough she could understand it and then remember it, which she did with all of her classes, or most of them anyway. Throughout her time in college she had only made one 'B' out of all of her classes, the rest of her grades having been 'A's' with that one 'B' having been for her Early U.S. History class, because, again, why did she really need to know something like that? Of course, she could have taken an English class to have gotten it over with long ago, herself knowing that she probably should have done that during her Freshman year, but because of her stubbornness and dread for the class, she pushed it back until now, her Junior year of college. But she digressed; maybe this would be a bit of a blessing. Though the class would, more than likely, be boring to her, perhaps this class would be able to give her a little bit of a break between everything else, seeing as this was the lowest level class she had that semester. As she made her way into the building that the class was to be in, Hayden Johnson ran a hand through her dark brown, wavy hair that reached down a few inches past her shoulders, her generally tan skin beginning to finally cool as she stepped into the air conditioned place. Breathing out another sigh, she reached in her pocket to grab out a piece of paper that held her schedule on it, herself peering down at the paper as before she picked her head up to look this way and that as she made her way down the hall. Now, where was the class... Oh, there it was! Before she stepped into the place she could hear the chattering of students here and there, and when she stepped into the classroom that had the room number that she was supposed to be in a few students turned their heads to look in her direction before they would turn away to return back to their conversations. Hayden shook her head before she pocketed the schedule again and headed into an empty seat, herself sitting at the second table to the front of the room, five tables lining in the room, them all long with chairs attached to them already. As she pulled the chair out to swing back so that she could sit on it, Hayden started to slip the backpack from her shoulders as she finally sat down, leaning down to open the pack to grab out a notebook and a pen, furrowing her brows to herself as she leaned back in the chair and grabbed her phone from her other pocket. There were about ten minutes left before the beginning of class, and as soon as Hayden picked her head up to look in the direction of the door after seeing a bit of a shadowed figure come into the room, she rose her brows at the sight of the man who walked into the room, heading to the front and over to the podium. Apparently there was their professor.