It had been a long day that day at World Academy, and Rosalinde Edelstein was quite thankful to be in the last class of the day. On top of that, it was orchestra class, her favorite. It was unfair, though, how orchestra seemed to fly by. All her other classes had dragged something fierce today. Math classes were never her thing, so of course calculus dragged. English and German were both far too easy, as was history. Art appreciation had a bad teacher that made her want to grind her teeth (she refrained from it, of course. So improper.) She hated the fact that physical education classes were required and that class was always one in which her eyes were glued to the clock. As much as Rosalinde was a model student who took education seriously, sometimes it was hard to not be bored to death by her classes.

Well, except orchestra, forever her favorite. Class had come to an end, though, and she set to putting her violin away.