In which a cadet is about to have a nervous breakdown... (open)

[cadet_amara]

Starfleet Academy final exams were brutal. Everyone knew that. Cadets would study to the point of exhaustion and possible mental breakdown, and Amara Smith was no exception. She desperately needed to do well on her finals, so studying had consumed her every waking moment. She hadn't slept in days, and was running off of coffee and determination alone. She'd studied hard before, especially when preparing to take her entrance exams, but never like this. Every inch of her was sore and tired, but she couldn't stop. She had to pass her classes this semester, and to do that, she had to do well on the finals.

And so the Cadet was sitting in the mess hall, ignoring her dinner. Instead she was silently drilling herself with good old fashion flashcards, spreading them out on the table like a game of memory. With a frustrated sigh she picked up another card and tried to remember who the hell Napoleon Bonaparte was....