Mrs. Wireman glanced at the time. In five minutes the bell would ring and signal the great rush of students to get to their classes. The science teacher glanced down at her desk where her papers were stacked and began to run the day's schedule through her head. Today her first period science class would be starting a new chapter in their science books and they would begin talking about chromosomes and genes for the next few weeks. That ment that today would be mostly work out of the book and a little bit of lecturing. Her second and third period classes would be taking tests today. Then lunch. Then her fourth period class would head out to the courtyard to do some outside labs, her fifth period would be students presenting various assigned projects about evolution of the different clans, and finally sixth period she was scheduled to lecture. Sounds like just another busy day. The Grassrunner clanswoman straightened her glasses carefully where they perched on her nose and set down expectantly at her desk as she heard the bell ring. Just seconds later students begin to pour into her classroom. Talking, laughing, lugging in backpacks and text books they would find their ways to there seats and chat with their friends. Some students stationed themselves at the doorway and talked to their friends who were wasting time before they had to rush themselves to their own first period class. Mrs. Wireman glanced around at her pupils. She knew them all by name, face, voice, and many other traits. She had developed a type of familarity with her students during their class times together. Some students she knew a bit better then others. Those were the students who saw her more then just every day at class. Some would stop by after class and talk to her about homework or about material they had covered in class. Some students would stop by to talk to her about problems they might be facing. This was a very common thing for Mrs. Wireman. She doubled as one of the school counselors, so most of the time students that she didn't even have in her classes would come and see her. Then there were the trouble making students that she got to know very well because they were always in her room for detention. The bell rang and the class began to quiet as Mrs. Wireman stood up and informed the class to take out their textbooks and open up to chapter thirteen; and so began the day for Mrs. Wireman.

First period had passed without much trouble. For the most part the class was well behaved, and the only interruptions came from when a TA from the office had stopped by to drop of a note to Mrs. Wireman, and when Mrs. Wireman had been distracted by continual whispering from one of her students, Janet Meyers. Other then that, the period had passed by rather smoothly. Mrs. Wireman had just finished handing out the test to her second period class and was sitting at her desk correcting homework while her class quietly busied itself with the test. Second and third period both passed without any problems, and Mrs. Wireman was startled to hear the lunch bell ring at the end of third period. The rush of students turning in their test papers and heading out the door caused her to glance up at the clock in wonder.

"This day has been going by rather quickly." Mrs. Wireman mused to herself as she went back to correcting her second period test papers. She was interrupted shortly after by a knocking on her room door.

"Knock knock." Mrs. Wireman glanced up to see Mr. Jamerson peeking into her room. "Jennifer? Why don't you come down for lunch? I you don't want to be correcting those test papers all day do you?"

"I'm almost done, Greg." Mrs. Wireman turned from the Highlander history teacher and began to go over another students test paper. "This will only take me a few more minutes."

"I hope you'll hurry. They're serving some of Lunchlady Kester's Spaghetti and meatballs, and I'm sure you'd probably like to make it to the cafeteria in time while there's still a chance to get something else to eat." Mr. Jamerson chuckled quietly at his own joke.

"I have no problem with Ms. Kester's meatballs, and I certainly don't see why anyone else should have a problem with them either." Mrs. Wireman continued to correct testing papers. Mr. Jamerson shrugged.

"Well, just don't go missing lunch again. It's all well and good to want to get your work done, but it's no help if your not eating."

"Thank you for your concern Greg." Mrs. Wireman made a motion to shoo him out the door. "I'll be down shortly."


Fourth period rolled around and Mrs. Wireman took her class outside to study various plant life. It was a nice day out, and Mrs. Wireman's class seemed to appreciate the chance to get outside. Everything was going well until a few of her students began acting up.

"OUCH! Will you stop throwing things at me already?"

"I'm not throwing anything at you! What the hell is your problem?"

"What is going on here? Mr. Burnhart? Mr. Mickel?" Mrs. Wireman stepped up to where the windian and forest clanman were glaring at eachother. Luke Mickel jabbed a clawed finger to Jason and growled in annoyance.

"That jerk kept throwing rocks at me!"

"Why the hell would I be throwing rocks at you?" Jason glared back at his accuser. "Do I look like a guy who'd be throwing rocks at people for no reason?"

"Mr. Burnhart I'll be seeing you after school today." Mrs. Wireman sighed. "Now can we all please get back to work?"

"What the hell?" Jason shot an angry look from Mrs. Wireman to Luke and then back to Wireman again. "Is everyone suddenly against me or something? Is there some sort of anti-Jason conspiracy going on here?"

Mrs. Wireman ignored him and turned to help a student who had a question about the current assignment. Jason continued his rant for a minute more before finally giving up and grudgingly went back to work. The rest of the period passed by without incident.


"And remember, I'd like you all to do questions one thru five on page 819 tomorrow for class." Mrs. Wireman had to raise her voice to have it be heard over the sound of students rushing for the door. The last bell of the day had just rung. With a sigh, Mrs. Wireman stretched her arms and began to straighten up the piles of paper on her desk. She'd be staying after school a few extra hours to catch up on work she hadn't been able to finish during lunch. She had just begun going over a few papers she needed to correct when the sound of her classroom door slamming loudly caught her attention and she looked up to see Jason Burnhart stalking into her room, his hands shoved into his pants pockets and a look of annoyance on his face.

"Alright, what the hell did you want me here for anyway?"

"Sit down, Mr. Burnhart." Mrs. Wireman sighed to herself as she sat up in her seat. "And please knock before entering my room. Now then, about fourth period, were you throwing rocks at Mr. Mickel?"

"Why the hell would I be throwing rocks at that guy?" Jason snapped quickly as he slouched in a seat just in front of Mrs. Wireman's desk.

"I wasn't asking why you would, I just want to know if you were or not."

The windian didn't answer. Mrs. Wireman sighed and removed her glasses, rubbing her forehead before returning her spectecales to their perch on her nose. "Mr. Burnhart, I really don't know what possess you to do such things in school, but your behavior has been doing nothing but becoming worse and worse every month."

Jason made no reply. Mrs. Wireman continued.

"Frankly, if you don't make an effort to change your behavior, serious action is going to have to be taken. We've tried detention, in school suspension, out of school suspension, notes home, we've done everything we can think of and nothing is working. What else does this school have to do to get you to behave?"

Jason was drumming his fingers lightly on his desktop and still made no response. Mrs. Wireman sighed.

"Well? Are you going to do something about your behavior or aren't you? Mr. Burnhart, if you don't shape up in school we may have no choice but to expel you, and if that threat isn't enough then we'll just have to find other ways to get you to start behaving yourself."

Jason glared up at her from where he was sitting. Mrs. Wireman could tell he wanted to say something, but still the windian held back his comments. Mrs. Wireman continued.

"If I see or hear any more incidents involving you and other students, action will be taken and you will begin to feel the consiquences. Now, Mr. Burnhart, unless there's something you'd like to say to me, you are free to leave."

Aside from some quiet muttering to himself, Jason was silent as he got up from his seat and made his way out of the classroom. Mrs. Wireman watched him go, tsking to herself. That boy... Mrs. Wireman then turned her attention back to correcting papers.