Yvette wasn't quite sure what she was expecting from high school, but if asked, she might have wished for it to be interesting.

It is distinctly not.

She has quite a lot of paper handouts about what will be in the course, and even some homework that seems to be specifically designed to waste her time and accomplish absolutely nothing of importance. She's met and small talked with a lot of students and only remembers about a quarter of their names. Lunch inches closer, but the end of the day is so very far away.

Ugh. Who invented summer ending? It should have just not, that would have been better for everyone. ... Except people in the southern hemisphere. Eternal winter would probably kill thousands, Yvette can't sincerely wish that just to avoid going to school. And besides, if there weren't seasonal changes to mark the years, humans would find some other arbitrary unit of time measurement to use to damn high school students to what most teenagers agree to be the closest thing to Hell any of them will ever actually live through.

The class before lunch is Biology, and it seems to be filled mostly with sophomores. What, nobody else thought skipping Earth Science was a good move? She supposes she doesn't blame the people around her for not obsessively trying to wring all of the actual education out of the torture facility, or for putting off Biology and it's fabled frog dissections, but still. She's not going to let a little bit of internal frog anatomy stop her, and that involves testing well and putting up with a lot of teachers that think 'advanced' means 'give me so much homework I literally drown in it.' So she can get into a good college and actually learn something.

Paper handouts and books are handed out, the teacher has a mercifully short introductory lecture, and then everyone's told to partner up and label parts of a cell on the aforementioned paper handouts. Why they need to partner up for this is beyond her, but she supposes that it's not all bad that the teacher's trying to get them to make friends. ... Well, it's not inherently malicious. But the rest of the class seems to already know each other and accordingly partner up before Yvette can even attempt to say hello. She feels so sociable and welcomed, and she's making so many new friends already. Good job, teacher.

Is there perhaps a someone else that looks like they're not finding a partner immediately?