The next day, Maka entered political education class full of enthusiasm. But when she sat down at her desk, she received a painful reminder of yesterday's events. She would have difficulties sitting still today. After the bell had rung, Ms. Berger handed out the test, and Maka got to work immediately after Ms. Berger had ordered them to start. The first question was rather simple. Questions five to ten were essay questions. Maka was able to answer all of them, and she felt good doing it. She found all the answer's in her mind, and was able to bring them to paper quite easily. Ms. Berger was patrolling between the desks. Maka found that cheating, not that she needed to, would be extremely difficult. After one and an half hours, Ms. Berger collected the tests. Maka still felt confident that her answers were correct.

The rest of the classes went by rather uneventfully. During math class, somebody asked Ms. Metzger when she would return the pop quiz, to which Ms. Metzger said that she had quite a lot of tests to correct, and would not be able to return the test this week. Then she went on to say that the homework performance of several students was below par, and that she would give the class twice as much homework because of that. At the end of her lesson, she stayed true to her word and gave them twice as much homework as she usually gave them. Maka guessed that she would have a lot less free time today. She just hoped that Ms. Metzger would give them less homework tomorrow. In gym class, they did something which Ms. Bell described as very important, marching while carrying a backpack filled with bricks. By the end of class, Maka's whole body was hurting. Exhausted, she went off to lunch.

After the afternoon block of political education, they had music class. Maka didn't quite now what to expect. The first thing Maka noticed about the music room was that it was more spacious that the other classrooms. Not because it was much bigger, even though it was certainly bigger than average. Most of the desks were crammed into one half off the room, leaving quite a lot of distance between the students and the teacher. The music teacher, Ms. White, assigned Maka a desk before she started with her lesson. Maka was seated right next to Tsubaki. Ms. White started her class by making them stand up, form in a semicircle and sing the national anthem. She found that somebody's singing was off key, so she made them sing it again and again, until they got it all right. Then she made them sing scales. Maka had some difficulties at first, as this was the first time she had to sing a scale, but after a few repetitions, and by the fact that Ms. White got the cane out after she had messed it up for the third time, Maka could sing it correctly the fourth time and avoid the cane. Patty wasn't so lucky. After Ms. White was satisfied with all their scale signing ability, she made them sing a popular song, the kind people sing while they were taking a break from monotonous work. Ms. White explained that it was the song of the working men and women, who were the lifeblood of West Wyoming. Maka knew it by heart, she had often sung it herself while helping out during harvest. The homework was to learn the song by heart.

The last class of the day was literature, they started reading a book in class. The content of the book was rather surreal, Maka could swear that half the words were made up. After asking for the definitions of a few of these words, Ms. Smith but a dictionary on her desk and told Maka to look these words up herself. Maka came to the conclusion that these words did exist, but that they were incredibly obscure. And the book still made no sense at all.

This day, Maka was able to finish her homework faster than her roommates, so she lied down in her bunk. Then Dr. Gorgon came in.

"I thought I'd drop by", said Medusa, "Don't you have homework to do, Maka?".

"I already finished all my homework", said Maka.

"Show me", said Medusa.

"Here, ma'am", said Maka, showing Medusa her homework.

"And where is music homework?", asked Medus.

"We have to memorize a song", said Maka.

"And do you memorize it?", asked Medusa.

"Yes, ma'am", said Maka, "I often sang it in my village before I was sent here".

"Right", said Medusa, "Sorry that I bothered you". Then Medusa left.

"Maka's a hillbilly!", laughed Patty, "Hillbilly! Hillbilly! Hillbilly!".

"Shut up!", said Maka.

"Hillbilly!", shouted Patty. Maka decided to leave the room. She hoped that by the time she came back, Patty would have stopped finding that funny. She took her book to the common room, where she began to read. She had almost finished her book already, so she managed to finish it off in half an hour. Since she didn't intend to reread the book right away, she went to the library to return it. In the library, she found Patty, who went up to the librarian just as Maka approached the desk as a well.

"I would like to volunteer for extra work in the library", said Patty.

"Okay, you can start cleaning these shelves over there", said the librarian. Then Maka stepped up to the librarian's desk.

"I would like to return this book, ma'am", said Maka.

"Good, I'll just mark it as returned in my records", said the librarian, turning to Patty, she warned, "Work faster or you get the cane".

"You are quite harsh to people who volunteer", said Maka.

"Normally, working in the library is the punishment for people who aren't quiet in here", said the librarian.