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Part 1 of let me pass psychology please
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Summary:

Will Graham had a certain reputation amongst the students at the FBI Academy. He was an incredibly talented person— his work history could attest to that, with the amount of killers the man had caught. But he was also… strange. Bri wasn’t sure she believed it, but some of the older students swore that he’d killed far more people than just Garret Jacob Hobbs.

One of her peers was certain that he was working with the Chesapeake Ripper, but Bri certainly wasn’t stupid enough to believe that level of bullshit.

Bri was beginning to hope that her teacher was a serial killer, because then she wouldn’t have to sit through another lecture on brain functions or ethics.

 

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or: i attempt to study for my psychology class by making will graham teach it.

Notes:

whats on the tin! basically just turning my psych notes into hannibal fics (theres gonn be plot later trust) these fis probably wont be TOO high effort its just me trying to see if i can memorise my psychology material better like this so.

I KNOW WILL DOESNT TEACH PSYCH BUT HE CAN NOW. CANON IS MY BITCH.

this one doesnt have any plot orl ike. anything hannibal but guys im tryna figure this out as i write it lmao

LOCALISATION OF FUNCTIONS: THE FIC VERSION

also this is. maybe one of the worst things ive ever written.

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Will Graham had a certain reputation amongst the students at the FBI Academy. He was an incredibly talented person— his work history could attest to that, with the amount of killers the man had caught. But he was also… strange. Bri wasn’t sure she believed it, but some of the older students swore that he’d killed far more people than just Garret Jacob Hobbs. 

 

One of her peers was certain that he was working with the Chesapeake Ripper, but Bri certainly wasn’t stupid enough to believe that level of bullshit.

 

Bri was beginning to hope that her teacher was a serial killer, because then she wouldn’t have to sit through another lecture on brain functions or ethics. 

 

“Miss Swift?”

 

Bri shot up from where her head was resting in her hands, moments away from falling asleep. She forced herself to wake up fully as she met her teacher’s eyes, “Uh— yes?”

 

“The occipital lobe, please?”

 

She blinked, before scrambling to scroll to the right powerpoint slide on her laptop, “It’s— responsible for vision. Located near the back of the brain.”

 

Her teacher nodded, appeased, turning to continue on with his presentation, “Located in the occipital lobe, the primary visual cortex receives, processes, and integrates visual information before sending it off to separate regions of the brain to be analysed and…”

 

“Psst. Bri.” A voice whispered behind the girl. She shifted in her seat subtly to look behind her without seeming like she wasn’t paying attention to the presentation. Leigh, one of her classmates, blonde hair pulled into two neat buns, was leaning over the table in order to properly get Bri’s attention. 

 

“Are you coming to the study group tonight?”  Leigh asked, voice still a low whisper.

 

“Maybe. Whose coming?”  Bri whispered back, voice equally as quiet.

 

Leigh shrugged, “Everyone, basically. We’re cramming before the quiz on Tuesday. You coming or what?”

 

“Yeah. Sure.”

 

“Miss Heldt, can you tell me what the primary motor cortex is?”

 

Bri resisted laughter as she watched the girl behind her practically fall over her table. 

 

“It’s in the parietal lobe. It uh.. generates… neural impulses?”

 

“And what do those neural impulses do?”

 

A blonde boy sitting a few rows in front of Bri shot his hand into the air eagerly, saving Leigh from answering.

 

“They control the execution of movement,” he called out, “And the primary sensory cortex processes tactile information such as pressure, temp—”

 

“Thank you, Mr Tennant.”

 

The dark haired girl sitting beside Bri rolled her eyes in an unnecessarily dramatic fashion as she glared daggers into the back of the boy’s head. Bri let out a surprised snort of laughter at the uncalled for aggression, but shrunk away as the girl turned her glare towards Bri. 

 

Bri quickly turned away.

 

God, was everyone in her class this insane? Don’t they need to pass psych evals to become FBI agents? 

 

“The primary auditory cortex is located within your temporal lobe,” Graham said from his spot sitting on his desk ( when the hell did he get there? ) as he gestured to a section of the brain projected on the screen behind him, “It receives sound and is responsible for your brain’s ability to understand said sound.” 

 

With that, he clicked a button on his laptop, effectively shutting off the powerpoint. As if signalled, all the students in the room began to pack up their bags, quietly chatting amongst themselves as they exited the class. 

 

“I might shoot myself,” Leigh huffed to Bri as the two made their way out of the classroom, “I mean, ‘the prefrontal cortex controls executive functions?’ What the hell does he mean by executive functions? I don’t care how genius Professor Graham is, this is bullshit.”

 

Bri cleared her throat, doing her utmost best to replicate the voice of the boy who sat in front of her. What was his name again? Something with an A. Alexander? Aristotle? Arena? Nevermind. It didn’t matter. “Executive functions refers to planning, decision making, short term memory and personality expression.”

 

Leigh scrunched her nose, letting out a huff of laughter, “Ew. How come you remember all that? Teach me your ways, please. I swear they’re going to kick me out if I fail one more test.”

Notes:

im gonna fail my class so bad.

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