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When Victor was left to her own devices she existed on a steady diet of candy, coffee, and things that take less than two minutes to microwave. Thankfully, Victor was not often left to her own devices. She showed up in the Nexus with her backpack but no books, collapsing her exhausted little self onto a couch. "How do you cook frozen food all the way through without the edges getting mucky?"
That was just an appetizer to the real problem. Half frozen. "Okay, okay. Also. I'm in a class, and I'm having a hard time. My teacher, well. He sort of makes me feel stupid. In class. On purpose. Because he hates me. And I'm ninety-seven percent sure it's not me being paranoid. I don't want to drop the class, but I... it's been a while since I've felt this stupid. I know I'm not brilliant but I'm not an idiot, and I'm not sure how to handle this situation properly, because I feel so bad after class."
That was just an appetizer to the real problem. Half frozen. "Okay, okay. Also. I'm in a class, and I'm having a hard time. My teacher, well. He sort of makes me feel stupid. In class. On purpose. Because he hates me. And I'm ninety-seven percent sure it's not me being paranoid. I don't want to drop the class, but I... it's been a while since I've felt this stupid. I know I'm not brilliant but I'm not an idiot, and I'm not sure how to handle this situation properly, because I feel so bad after class."