((OOC: It'd be neat if we had some "real-time" lessons; learning alien stuff would be great. ^^;; ))
Jamilan-Hantofar-Chulain had his stalk-eyes on the teacher, and his eyes on the screen, upon which was a diagram of the Taxxon digestive system. Sure, the look on the young, navy-blue Andalite's face was disgust, but it was mixed with fascination. He saw some other Andalite youths, out of the corner of his stalk-eye, distracting each other, and sighed through his nose-slits, but continued to listen to his instructor. He was serious about everything he did, and wanted to perform well in the academy. After all, his father was a great War-Prince known for his skill with his tailblade and weapons, Satesion-Hantofar-Ixaeus, and his father was Gashedion-Hantofar-Palabran was a famous pilot and later captain. He wanted to be like them, only, a master of both, and studying and practicing hard would mean he was well on his way to this goal.