"You can listen," Drummond said, nodding his head approvingly as he turned, apparently walking away before he whirled on his heel. "But, can you think? Ms. Winters, on my desk for class tomorrow, 500 words on what it means for a man to be worm." He glanced up at the clock and nodded to himself...15 minutes left until the end of the period. Might as well finish this now. "The rest of you, however, will owe me a 750 word summary of what we have discussed in class today, as well as another 200 words on which of the six philosopher's I have overviewed today you would be most interested in focusing on."<br/><br/>When the class groaned, Drummon slammed his cane on his desk, causing the sudden loud sound to echo off the walls.<br/><br/>"This is only the beginning, girls. Now, get out of here. With the exception of you, Ms. Winters. I'd like a word with you."