( Peter's focus shifts to that name again — Backupsmore.... Come to think of it, he's never heard of West Coast Tech either, but he's definitely not familiar with a lot of schools, so it's not something that's too weird (even if the first name is definitely... unique). But listen, Waffle House University is a thing that exists in his timeline. He won't ask questions.

But the admission that Fiddleford played more than he studied makes him feel a little more relatable, and Peter's interest in this conversation isn't forced or waning or any of the things it might usually be when he's talking to someone through one of his Bad Days. )

Oh, he was one of those types of nerds, huh.

( It's not said to be mean-spirited, and there's a ghost of another smile playing at Peter's mouth; he has a pretty high opinion of Stanford, given the man's helped him out more than once. )

I uh, guess I never cared about anything that much. Like... school-wise. ( (Or anything, is the thought that echoes in his head almost accusingly.) ) Like there was never a subject I wanted to spend my time working on to... master.

( Music was the closest thing to a "passion" that Peter ever had, and even then it was muted down in so many ways. But here... he's dabbled, a bit more. Not as much as he could. )

I guess if I could do it all over again, I might try writing music or something. I've even thought maybe I could do that here, but..... well. You know how it is. This place is a nightmare.

( That is not an excuse Peter, there is still downtime in the nightmare world!! )