"Miss" Thompson was a little tired. In her 90's she probably should be retired, but had worked something out so she could still teach. She was a little old and bitter, and somewhat wished that she had found someone worth marrying and maybe having kids... but that was way past her. Some people always questioned whether or not she was going senile, and shut them up with her seemingly constant mental check ups. crosswords and sudoku puzzles kept her mind sharp after all. She had gotten to the classroom early... not as early as she'd liked, but the cane made it hard for her to get to the classroom. It was a miracle she wasn't in a wheelchair... all things considered she should already be in one, but she was a stubborn woman. Her class filed in... one or two were enthusiastic "nerds" there were a few absolute dullards who needed help... then there were "normals" and "slackers". she considered normal students to be... normal. They had interests, were moderately good at them, and weren't particularly gifted. Then there were the slackers who she considered to actually be naturally quite bright or maybe just lazy... and were squandering their potential brilliance. This yearning for them to be better didn't come out very clearly as their tests and report cards still came with D's F's, and "See me after class's". She wasn't popular among the student body for the most part which left her as a prime potential target as someone to test the chronivac on. Either for revenge, pity, or maybe even admiration in some way.