Jaune Arc was not having a good day. Beacon was nothing like he had imagined it to be and thus is currently suffering consequences of his actions and must work himself to the bone in order to compensate for lacking years of proper training and education. What a naive hopeless fool he had been when he aquired those forged trasncripts and walked into that bullhead.

He had expected that his journey to achieve his dreams of becoming a huntsman and living up to his family name would not be as difficult as he thought, he had expected that fulfilling his desire to be a Hero like his forefathers before him would come as natural as a river flowing down into the sea but now...Jaune's mind was heavy with doubts.

Everyone in Beacon was so talented, skilled, smart, fast and strong that he felt as if he was a mere mortal boy amongst Gods, incredibly immature, hormonially charged, hyper aggressive Gods whoms't may sometimes lack to ability to process common sense and simple logic but they were like Gods nonetheless.

From the lowest to the highest of tiers, Jaune simply could not bring himself to compair to them as if he was their equal. He was a fraud with nothing more than a family heirloom and a dream waltzing around in the most prestigeous huntsman academy on remnant. Beacon was built to train and educate the saviours and heroes of the people of remnant and then...then there was him.

He felt shame. Regardless of what his teammates say of him. It did not shake the shame that he felt on the first day he set foot on Beacon. He was not the oh so glorious and fearless leader that Nora had somehow believed him to be, he thought of himself as a coward. He was not the reliable and thoughtful person Ren had come to respect, he though of himself as compulsive fool that came to Beacon with nothing but a sword and shield. He was not the strong and sturdy partner that Pyrha expected him to become, he thought himself as nothing more than a flimsy untrained weakling...

"Oh sweet Monty, Pyrrha. What does she see in me?"

'There are so many great people here. There was Ruby, the ever optimistic ray of sunshine with a smile the can make the burn the grimm with it's sheer radiance. Yang, the golden juggernaut that held the confidence and assuredness that could move crowds and part obsticles. Blake, despite of outside appearances, was a sweet girl with a quiet but burning heart, I just wish that she would open up more.'

Jaune looked up from his feet and stared onwards through the hall with eyes of envy.

'Weiss...I admire her.'

'Wiess is everything that I'm just not. Strong, skilled, graceful and a semblance that I'm just absolutely sure can give Ms. Goodwitch a run for her lien when she eventually masters it.'

Jaune pondered on the 'what ifs' of him having such comptence with a look of longing, continuing on his journey to his dorm as his teammates followed him.

'Her family must be so proud of her.'

It didn't take him long to believe that he was just not Good enough.

'How Ozpin hasn't found out yet and how I've gotten so far is a something, though.'

Questions that have been haunting the back of his mind, questions with potential answers that he was just too terrified to ponder.