The gossip of the day is the transfer student. A ready source of gossip for any school, since they transferred in during the middle of the year. Cally already looks perfect all the time, but wasn't she supposed to have broken her wrist in gym class last week? There was blood and everything - Sadde saw it, her wrist was bent the wrong way - but not even a pale patch of skin today. Must have not been as bad as Coach thought. Or maybe she's slathering on makeup and ignoring it to seem perfect, a few jealous voices think.
Uh huh.
"Makes sense. I'm not very good at sports, myself, but mostly because I don't really practice and don't have extremely athletic leanings."
"Oh I don't dislike them, it's really just a matter of never having really dedicated myself much."
"Yes, that sounds like a good idea. When I take over the world I should be able to coach people on how to best achieve their goals."
"Well, maybe my plan is to become a country's president and be so good at it that everyone else will want me, too!"
Shrug. "Aim for the Moon, because even if you miss, you land in the middle of hard vacuum and are half-cooked-half-frozen... I forgot where I was going with this."
"We definitely do, but given that most of our problems with using the space we do currently have on Earth are logistical in nature..."
"Oh no I'm mostly talking about, like, the way we have more food than we need to eradicate hunger but we can't get it places effectively, or just in general how we're very bad at allocating resources sensibly, so trying to build a spacefaring civilization would probably fail terribly."
"No I don't think we shouldn't I think we need to shape up so that we're not horribly bad at it."
"Only sorta, but if money was the only barrier I think this would be a solved problem."