When he rolls into class on the first day, his suspicions about the tacky looking science camp his parents signed him up for proved correct- there were childish decorations of stars plastered everywhere, without a single scientific rendering anywhere in sight. He listens to the instructor drone on, flicking through the thoughts of the people around him and becoming increasingly bored with them as well until he hears the thoughts of the boy furiously scribbling notes two rows behind him: I don't think this man has any idea what he's talking about; I'm pretty sure I could teach this material better than him. A little deeper probing into his- Hank, if he remembers the roll call correctly- mind shows that he's right, and after a quick peek back to look at him, Charles is completely certain he'd find the lesson much more interesting if that was the case.