William G. Rupture University, St. Louis, Friday afternoon

[thatsamilkshake]

Whatever an Interdisciplinary Core Curriculum meant in the eyes of the faculty, in reality, according to Francine's student-mentor -- which was like a Fandom High Big Sibling only involved less cookies, sadly -- it meant "Stupid History-Literature-Social-Studies Class They Stick All The Freshmen Into No Matter What Their Major Is So You Can Have One More Semester Of Jocks and Geeks Sitting Side By Side And Making Each Other Miserable Before You're Free To Hide In Your Own Department For The Rest Of Your Life."

The course catalog called it "World Cultures 101." Possibly because it saved printing space.

Francine called it her last class of the week in her first week of classes, and was kind of hoping she could keep her streak of Woohoo, No Homework Yet going strong and proud, so as she took a seat, she was paying more attention to the syllabus she'd picked up off the professor's desk than anyone sitting near her.

If it sounds like that was going to be a mistake, it's probably because you've met this narrative before.

[OOC: for NPC shenanigans courtesy bitch_prince, but also open for texts.]