Ned seemed to consider it for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah. If they have a bad reputation, then we'll go in already dreading it. And if they have a good one, we might get out hopes up." Of course this was entirely more convoluted than high school where you had little choice. Somehow, the classes he chose now felt like they would affect his job prospects in the future - like he couldn't change them or something.

The door opened and Ned craned his next to see if it was the professor. Instead, a girl with long brown hair dressed in an outfit and holding the required book for the class in her hand. Ned turned around and sighed - not the teacher.

The girl was slowly making her way down the steps, looking for a free spot. The class had started to fill up, so there weren't a lot of options anymore.