Patrick was so ready to head down to the barns. He had been spending a bunch of time down there as he was missing home a bit by this point in the term. Although he supposed that it wouldn't be long until he was home for winter holidays... well that was if the dark lord of teaching allowed them to even go home. He was getting real tired of all these rules. He even lost his free dress fridays which was his favorite thing to get enacted his second term. sigh.

With his bookbag over his shoulder and his uniforms firmly in place he began to walk toward the semi-circle of hay bales. Patrick was more shocked at the fact that Wayland didn't have his big ol hay bale throne. He still was up in the air about this whole school rules for the hardknocks but he supposed he'd just have to suck it up. He noticed he was early, which was a change now that everyone was up and running at SORE every day. "Morning Professor." he moved off to the side that he typically sat at and readied himself for the lesson.