Sunday, 12/08/2250 – By Rebecca Green.
She wasn’t a particularly dumb teenager and bad grades certainly weren’t something she was plagued with. After all, they had worked hard to afford to attend the academy at all, they couldn’t waste it on bad grades. However, Xeremey also was not a genius. Formulas didn’t come easy to her and neither did much of anything else. No, she wasn’t failing, but she was struggling. C’s and B’s colored her report card, with two A’s in Master Symphony and Defense.
Then, there was that F, in Trigonometry, that wretched class.
While she wasn’t particularly worried about getting straight A’s – she wanted to get by and make decent grades – having an F just wasn’t going to do. With midterms coming up soon, if she made some headway on her homework and got a decent grade on the exam… She could make a D, maybe even a low C if she pushed and maybe got some extra credit.