Mastering the ways of the Techi proved to be more challenging than Anakina had first expected.
Vienna Sausage sat at a desk in the corner, reading a paperback, as Anakina worked on one of the computers.
"Now copy and paste," said Moore-da, his voice musical as he floated around behind his new pupil. "You must connect all the columns of the story."
"This is so tedious," Anakina complained.
"Such are the ways of the PageMaker," the teacher replied. "Now, as you continue with the Almighty Macintosh," he brought over a box, opened it, and poured its contents onto the working space at Anakina's left hand, "you must also complete this puzzle."
"I just did a puzzle!"
"You must learn to multitask!"
Grudgingly, the blond girl reached for the jigsaw with her left hand while moving the mouse and typing with her right. For a while, the only sounds in the room were computer-buzzing, jigsaw-fitting, key-and-mouse-clicking, and page-turning.
Moore-da had pranced over to inspect Vienna's book when Anakina gasped and said, "I see my friends—"
"No, you don't," the teacher assured her.
"Yes, I do. They need me—"
"No, they don't."
"Yes, they do." She came out of her semi-trance and turned to ask him, "Am I done now?"
"Did you print you news page?" he asked smugly.
Suddenly, the printer beeped to life behind him and began to process letters as Anakina stood up.
"Come on, Vienna," she instructed. "We gotta go."
"Where to?" asked the other junior in a not-that-I-really-care tone and dog-eared the page she was reading.
Anakina answered her, with some degree of effective drama, "The cafeteria balcony."
The two girls hurried out of the room to a banjo rendition of the Star Wars theme song.