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Sekani's mind was only half into the lecture, and that statistic was a generous rounding up, really. The professor droned on at the head of the class, perched in the corner of a large projection screen like a noisy buzzard; he thought that the carcass he was squawking on about was very important, but the reality was that it looked terrible and no one wanted to be near it. Except for the nerds upfront, of course. Poor things, feasting on dry equations, boney symbols, and the empty hypotheticals of Advanced Physics IV. The real action was in applying physics, while the "maybes" could only be entertaining for so long. If lab courses weren't his favorite part of being enrolled at DCU before, it certainly was after reaching this lecture. He absentmindedly shifted his head to lean on the opposite arm, just to mix things up.

Normally, Sekani would make the most of a half-dark room filled with white noise and take a short nap. Should worst come to worst later and he needed some help catching up, he would simply turn on the charm with those aforementioned nerds – or feed them, or clean their gutters if they wanted him to. (His bartering skills were honed at this point, and a few of those smart kids already knew it.) Maybe a little less at the last minute this time. But then again, these methods had only failed him twice. Or three times. Sekani settled with the mental note of ‘a few.’ However, there was no nap on the docket. Today, as they say in those sappy little narratives, was special. Class needed to end a little early and the only exit was straight past Dr. Condor up there. And this professor took very poorly to being walked out on, possibly because of his subject matter and presentation, or possibly because of some dark sordid past with a woman of the night. “Not taking bets on the second.”

His brow furrowed, thoughts snapping into an organized fashion and gaining speed. Sekani Fitzmartin had to be out of this lecture hall in five minutes. There was at least 30 minutes left of class. “I’ve got this.”

Sekani quietly stuffed his notebook and pencil into his backpack. Rather than causing a panic, the adrenaline had his mind working faster. It shifted through ideas, tossing aside the impossible and the ‘this might actually work.’ He took the stairs leading down the sloping lecture hall with purpose. A small rush that he hoped looked less suspicious than those who would try to ‘black ops’ their way out. To his surprise, Sekani actually got to the penultimate step before the cawing started.

“Mr. Fitzmartin!”

Ouch. Knowing his last name probably wasn't a good sign in his case.

“Sir?”

“I assume you can still tell time. As you can see, there is at least 30 minutes left of class.”

“Yes sir.”

“So?”
Here we go.

“I… I just got a call from my grandmother! She says that my mother has just been terribly hurt in a car accident… with a lawnmower.” Sekani paused for emphasis, approaching the podium with a glaze to his eyes. “There were blades everywhere.”

A long pause didn't deter him from the act. You’re either all in or all out with this. The professor glared at him sternly.

If it didn't work, he’d make a run for it.

“I expect to see a hospital record.”

Freedom! Sekani flew out of the heavy double doors as if they were made of feathers, and ran all the way to his car, where his rowdy teammates were waiting for him. Today was the lacrosse semi-finals, after all.

Filming an episode of his webshow, Sekani takes on a turkey leg, cotton candy, and a roller coaster, welcoming gastrointestinal stress with open arms.