She got a B
At 18, Kathryn gets her first taste of the real world.
It had started innocently enough. Kathryn had remembered the day clearly. She had just enrolled into Starfleet Academy, and her advisor had given her the new schedule. It seemed easy enough. Quantum Mechanics, Physics, Advanced Biology, Calculus, and 21 century studies.
She groaned as she saw the last class. But when she realized that it was a requirement Kathryn knew that their was no getting around it.
And so began her first day, at her new school.
Quantum Mechanics she had decided early on was going to be relatively easy. And she was mostly right. Most of the things that the class were reviewing were things that she had studied years ago.
Physics was a joke. The material was easy, and she probably had learned more from her father, than the teacher learned in grad school. She sighed and looked around the classroom at the students rapidly typing on their keypads.
Biology and Calculus were both going to be a little challenging. Kathryn had the same teacher for both classes and he was very strict. But Kathryn wasn't worried; she could handle anything that was thrown her way. Or so she thought.
As she made her way toward the cafeteria, she glanced at her scheduled time for her last class. Kathryn had more than enough time to have a snack and begin some of her homework. After finishing her sandwich and some of her reading she noticed the time. She put her books back in her bag and headed toward class. Kathryn prided herself for being punctual.
As she opened the door to her class she noticed that there were a lot of students already seated. The instructor turned at the intrusion at the door.
"May I help you?"
"I am here for a class about the 21st century. But I didn't know that there was another class going on. I'm sorry for disturbing you."
The instructor frowned at her. "Miss, this is the class about the 21st century, and you are late and I do not tolerate lateness in my class ever."
Kathryn took the schedule out of her pocket. "Sir, with all do respect my schedule says that this class begins at 0400."
The instructor took his padd from his desk. "What is your name?"
"Kathryn Janeway."
The teacher stood in front of the podium with his hand still scrolling his padd. "Miss Janeway, a call was made to your home, regarding the new time for this class. In the future please check your messages. Now if you don't mind take a seat and let me restart my class."
Kathryn scurried to the back of the class to an available seat. She opened her book. The instructor was talking about the syllabus. She decided to take notes on the syllabus instead of asking the already irritated teacher for one.
The teacher continued to blabber on about what the class was about and what they would be studying in the class. It all seemed rather boring to Kathryn. And frankly she didn't understand what her instructor was talking about. She raised her hand to ask a question and the man almost sneered at her.
"Miss Janeway this class is not over for another hour."
"I know I just had a question."
"Well, if you had been on time for my class you would know that in my class questions are answered at the end of class. That way there are no interruptions during class."
Kathryn sank back in her seat. And put her hand down.
At the end of class she wanted to leave quickly. However her teacher stopped her just as she was about to jet out the door.
"Miss Janeway may I speak to you for a moment? Or do you have another class to be late to?"
Kathryn tired to apologize for her tardiness but the teacher only said, "Sit."
Kathryn sat.
"In this class young lady we are to be punctual. I can already see that I am going to have major problems with you. I know your type very well. You think that you are smart that you can do everything with ease. That may be true in some class but not in this class. You will be expected to work hard."
Kathryn interjected. "I know how to work hard."
The teacher turned around and faced her. "Maybe you do, but in this class when you are late, you hand over your notes, and you don't receive today's handout materials. In this case that is your syllabus. So I hope that you make lots of friends in this class because you're going to need them. You are dismissed."