STARDATE 2254.181
LOCATION: STARFLEET ACADEMY, SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, EARTH
Graduation from high school was nothing of a distant memory as Nyota strode across the main quad of Starfleet Academy. A tall brunette woman walked briskly next to her—back straight and her gait that of purpose. Looking at the woman's square shoulders, Nyota knit hers together a little closer if that were possible. This woman had introduced herself as Cadet MacKenna: a third year aspiring xenohistorian.
She had been training for the last year to be in peek physical condition for the coming basic training. Even though the Academy followed the traditional northern hemispheric academic calendar, there were still plenty of cadets walking the grounds to and from summer classes. Cadet MacKenna spoke, "You will be bunking in the freshmen dorms for three months until the end of BT in Burton Hall. After that, your placement from your entrance exams will see fit to which department you belong. Did you get your scores yet Cadet?"
Nyota kept pace with her, although somewhat crookedly because of the large duffle on her shoulder, "Yes, I qualify for the communications department because of my linguistics background…"
"Save it Cadet for someone who cares. A simple yes or no will suffice," MacKenna bluntly stated, causing Nyota to blink, "Well here you are. This is the keycard to enter the dorms. BT starts at 0500 everyday except Sundays. Be ready in your uniform which you can acquire in Burton on the third floor." With no goodbye, the cold-shouldered cadet about-faced and briskly walked off.
Nyota readjusted her duffle and entered the hall with the attained keycard. Small halls and grey walls were filled with bustling, young, anxious cadets. Most cadets were 18 Earth years of age while a handful were the prodigies of 15 to 17 years old. It was cramped, loud, and she was getting a lot of looks.
Nyota Uhura was modest but she knew that she could get any guy that she wanted. She didn't want any guy. She was the type of young woman who planned out everything possible. She had planned to enter into Starfleet after high school: check. Next was to prove herself in Basic Training to be assigned onto a ship within 4 years. After that, be assigned to the best ship in the fleet—the Enterprise—and prove herself the best communications officer the fleet has seen. In all of this, there wasn't time for a man to be a distraction.
The young African woman had had relationships in high school but she was mature enough to know that they would never last, let alone mean anything at that age.
Finding her room that she was assigned, she made quick acquaintance of her three-month roommate and fell asleep by 2057, hoping idly that that would be sufficient for tomorrow's hard work.