Melody felt silly for being reprimanded for saying "um", but obviously he ran a tight ship in his class. He was British after all, and they were know for being a tad uptight when it came to proper etiquette. She nodded softly as he continued on about his class. She watched as he pulled the cane, it was looking quite ominous for her, were all the teachers this bad? Did every one of them rule with an iron fist? The appeal of his British accent began to wear thin as he started to make her nervous.<br/><br/>She watched as he circled the class room while she scribbled her notes on her paper. She wanted to make sure she got down everything he said, she didn't want him to check her notes, and find her lacking. She had a very good memory, but she wanted to prover her worth to him for some reason. She didn't want him to break her, and she wanted him to know she was a good, smart student. Just because she was pretty didn't mean she didn't have brains in that head of hers.<br/><br/>Melody jumped when he questioned the first girl and she didn't know the answer. She felt bad as she watched the notebook fall to the floor. God this guy was tough! She continued to write her notes as fast as she could. Before she knew it, the cane was in her face, and he was looking down at her with a hard expression on his face.  Without hesitation, Melody looked at him "Friedrich Nietzche, sir", her face serious and her voice soft. Hopefully, he wouldn't think she was a smart ass, and would see her as what she was, a serious student that wanted to learn.