Astronomy was by far Duce's worst subject. As Duce and Ivan climbed the steps to what seemed like the tower of terror, Duce groaned with miserableness. When the time came for Astronomy, Duce wasn't prepared. She was completely exasperated.  Everything on her body ached: from her curling toes to the tip top of her head. Her morning classes had her drained. It was rather difficult running from class to class during the day. The breaks in between did a cipher; They were simply not enough for young Duce. The invocation of having this particular class in the morning was far by stretched.

Feeling more relieved then ever, Duce and Ivan finally made it inside the tower where they found their seats. Duce thrust herself in her chair, propping her hand up to hold her head. Professor Trishna scribbled a bunch of junk onto one of the blackboards. The screeching of the chalk gave Duce a slight migraine. Ivan poked and prodded Duce as Professor Trishna babbled about something incredibly unrecognizable.

It was such a tedious task to stay awake.