People may think that during the winter and spring of Camp Half-Blood, there is little to do and study. After all, most people left to go to a real school and learn real things, right? So what about the campers left behind? Did they just turn into idiots for the winter? Nope. They had classes. Except all their regular High School type classes were in Greek, so for the most part it was easier.
So Galena sat at a table in her mom's library, that wasn't weird at all, hunched over a few books, making some notes in a notebook. She was waiting for her study buddg, Lysander, but hadn't seen him yet. In preparation, she was writing down the god parents of the generals in the Revolutionary War, trying to keep everything straight in her head.
"Seriously, could Zeus ever keep it in his pants?" She muttered, writing his name next to another person.
So Galena sat at a table in her mom's library, that wasn't weird at all, hunched over a few books, making some notes in a notebook. She was waiting for her study buddg, Lysander, but hadn't seen him yet. In preparation, she was writing down the god parents of the generals in the Revolutionary War, trying to keep everything straight in her head.
"Seriously, could Zeus ever keep it in his pants?" She muttered, writing his name next to another person.