The biggest classes were the night ones anyway, because a lot of the students worked during the day. It was a big room, meant for much larger classes. I wasn’t a leper or anything-there were quite a few empty tables. There were no desks, just tables seating two people at a time, and I’d been at a table all by myself since day one. There was a lot of grumbling and shuffling as the class took their seats. We hadn’t managed to make it out of high school with a diploma so that clearly meant we were idiots. We were fed and told where to go and what to do and how to do it like we were clearly too incompetent to think of it ourselves. I’d noticed most of the teachers at the academy treated us like little kids-or maybe more like prisoners. “Quiet! Quiet!” He called for it every day but the more he did, the more reluctant students seemed to be to comply. Woodall was a short, balding man who liked to bang a large pointer on the blackboard to get our attention before he pulled down his chart of the periodic table and started poking at that instead. I was lost in my little fantasy when the last bell rang and I heard a sharp rapping.
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