#titan1

Walking in the classroom, Nahuel looked over at the blackboard. "Eh? The instructor isn't here?" he questioned out loud, to no one in particular. It seemed awfully counterproductive to have a first class at all if the instructor wasn't going to be present. He supposed he would just have to meet them--maybe even learn something--next time. Thus, as the board said to organize his desk, he figured he'd better get started. Walking over to his spot, he looked at the materials on the desk. There was two thick books, a pen, a stack of papers, a magnifying glass, and ink. This didn't seem like it would take much effort. What time he had spent in a house had mostly been spent cleaning, after all. Thus, he arranged things at least moderately neatly. He was not particular; however, in how straight the stacks should be: