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New Madrid, Barcelona
Poznan, Prefecture V
Republic of the Sphere
7 August 3124

Juanita sighed to herself as she stared blankly out the window, quietly wishing that she could be anywhere but in class. She’d never gotten the point of history class; it was just a boring repetition of stuff that had already happened and that she couldn’t do anything about. Of course, she held most of her classes, and school in general in the same esteem.

Simply put, she wished she could be anywhere else but in class listening to a dry, boring old man recite dry, boring old sorties. She wanted a life of excitement, of action and adventure, not of sitting in a classroom and staring blankly at a sheet of paper while counting down the seconds – seconds! – until the end of class.

She absent-mindedly scribbled on her notebook instead of taking notes, really not caring for what was being said by the teacher. Certainly she didn’t see him approach, nor notice his stopping in front of her desk.

“To which the answer is, Juanita Kwan?”

“Wha?” She looked up at the teacher who was looming over her, suddenly remembering where she was.

“The answer, Ms Kwan.”

“Uhhh.. Devlin Stone.” The first lesson she’d learned in History class was to when you didn’t know the answer, ‘Devlin Stone’ would cover most eventualities. She looked up at him, a hopeful smile on her face.

“No.”

“Uh…” She looked around. “Stefan Amaris? The Ares Conventions? Hazen? Pogata? I give you the Capellan Confederation?”

“None of these answers are correct.” He replied, then picked up her notebook. “Nor, incidentally, is the answer a BattleMech setting fire to our school. Oh, with a car jumping over it.”

And now her cheeks were burning red with embarrassment at being caught out so badly and obviously. “Um, no.” She admitted.

The teacher sighed as he returned her book. “Juanita, you are obviously an intelligent student.” He started, his tone clear and level. “Yet you are struggling with my class and, dare I say it, just about every other one you are in. Now I do not want to fail you; you have a lot of promise that you are simply not living up to. All I am asking of you, Ms Kwan, is that you pay a bit of attention and apply yourself.”

She’d pretty much sunk into her chair, humiliated at not only her own mistakes but also at the stark lecture she’d just gotten. “Yes, sir.” She finally muttered in reply.

“Very good. For the record, the answer was ‘Melbourne, Australia’.” He turned to walk back to the front of the class, leaving her to stew for a while.

Sighing, she turned back to her work, trying her best to pay attention to what the teacher was saying and take notes. In truth, she was already drifting away. I so can’t wait to be out of here, she thought to herself, trying not to look out the window. I hate this place.

Description
New Madrid, Barcelona
Poznan, Prefecture V
Republic of the Sphere
7 August 3124

Juanita sighed to herself as she stared blankly out the window, quietly wishing that she could be anywhere but in class. She’d never gotten the point of history class; it was just a boring repetition of stuff that had already happened and that she couldn’t do anything about. Of course, she held most of her classes, and school in general in the same esteem.

Simply put, she wished she could be anywhere else but in class listening to a dry, boring old man recite dry, boring old sorties. She wanted a life of excitement, of action and adventure, not of sitting in a classroom and staring blankly at a sheet of paper while counting down the seconds – seconds! – until the end of class.

She absent-mindedly scribbled on her notebook instead of taking notes, really not caring for what was being said by the teacher. Certainly she didn’t see him approach, nor notice his stopping in front of her desk.

“To which the answer is, Juanita Kwan?”

“Wha?” She looked up at the teacher who was looming over her, suddenly remembering where she was.

“The answer, Ms Kwan.”

“Uhhh.. Devlin Stone.” The first lesson she’d learned in History class was to when you didn’t know the answer, ‘Devlin Stone’ would cover most eventualities. She looked up at him, a hopeful smile on her face.

“No.”

“Uh…” She looked around. “Stefan Amaris? The Ares Conventions? Hazen? Pogata? I give you the Capellan Confederation?”

“None of these answers are correct.” He replied, then picked up her notebook. “Nor, incidentally, is the answer a BattleMech setting fire to our school. Oh, with a car jumping over it.”

And now her cheeks were burning red with embarrassment at being caught out so badly and obviously. “Um, no.” She admitted.

The teacher sighed as he returned her book. “Juanita, you are obviously an intelligent student.” He started, his tone clear and level. “Yet you are struggling with my class and, dare I say it, just about every other one you are in. Now I do not want to fail you; you have a lot of promise that you are simply not living up to. All I am asking of you, Ms Kwan, is that you pay a bit of attention and apply yourself.”

She’d pretty much sunk into her chair, humiliated at not only her own mistakes but also at the stark lecture she’d just gotten. “Yes, sir.” She finally muttered in reply.

“Very good. For the record, the answer was ‘Melbourne, Australia’.” He turned to walk back to the front of the class, leaving her to stew for a while.

Sighing, she turned back to her work, trying her best to pay attention to what the teacher was saying and take notes. In truth, she was already drifting away. I so can’t wait to be out of here, she thought to herself, trying not to look out the window. I hate this place.