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One might be forgiven for thinking that Monday was an inevitable result of the startup woes that befall a new class. After all, the broad variety of nations and nation types needed to learn as one. Tuesday, however, dispelled that notion, bringing more problems than it solved and significantly reducing the young wannabe nations' faiths in their respective leadership. The teachers got up in the wee hours of the morning and fixed their coffee. Not even Brazil's coffee could alleviate their first-week blues. A war would just be so much more straightforward; so much easier. Regardless, each of them had a duty to perform, so each of them shaped themselves up in their own respective ways. It was time to bring in the new students. It was time for
Zjaum was wide awake well before the sun rose. Her day was 116 and 3/4 Earth days long, and she came to this school during her early morning. Saxony-Brandenburg, however, was from Earth. She was still slumbering through what she considered to be the night. Zjaum surely didn't want her roommate to wake up to her staring, but she had no classes before noon on the even schooldays. She began to read but got bored rather quickly. She brushed her teeth and took a shower, but she didn't want to get pruned fingers. She looked through her telescope to see if her parents were available for conversation, but they were on the other side; they weren't visible, and satellites always provided blurry reception. Maybe they could be visible later. Perhaps the cafeteria had some breakfast. Perhaps the chefs needed help preparing it? She might learn a little about Terran food... pancakes, they called them? They were rather bland for cakes, and they weren't made with a pan, but maybe she'd find explanations. She packed her belongings and headed out to begin her day.