Seika moved slowly through the throng of people feeling more than a little smothered in the crush of bodies. She sighed with relief when she entered her classroom and took her seat. Mentally she tapped into her diary.
Seika's loge, new entry. I do not really believe that I will settle into this roll of an earth youth. The learning facilities are drab and resemble a correctional facility more than a place of learning. It all makes me wish that I had better appreciated our learning and teaching techniques. How I lament the loss of real interactive learning where we actually go back in time to see history in the process instead of getting into groups with the youths around you and look up facts and dates in a text-book. An actual text-book! Real cardboard, high gloss paper, and ink that smudges when your body oils mix with the chemical compound. When was the last time we used text-books? Never in my life time have I ever used a text-book. At first it was very exciting to actually use a learning utensil that was so antique and vintage to before even my great-great-grandmother had been born. Then I realized how easily the pages could be destroyed and how easily the ink smeared. They are quite vexing to even think of. They still write here too. I can not express how grateful I was that I had uploaded an earth writing program into my cerebral when my first instructor handed me an actual piece of condensed tree shavings and glue. Paper. Real paper. The culture of the higher life forms are primitive at best but it is exciting to go back to basics and see how well I would fare if my people were ever forced to go back to that time in our history. I-
"Seika!" her instructor said for what she suspected was more than the third time.
"Yes, ma'am?" she asked, her face flaming hot with a blush when her class mates laughed.
"How kind of you to join us, Seika. Please pay attention in my class from now on."
"Yes ma'am," Seika repeated in a small voice. Her teacher seeing that she had been adequately chastised moved back to her position by the white board. Seika slumped down in her seat in dejection. She couldn't believe that she had let herself get so caught up in her diary that she had missed more than 30 minutes of instruction.
"Don't worry," a red headed boy told her softly. He smiled at her and winked. "You didn't miss anything important. She's been rambling on for about 20 minutes. She just started teaching about 10 minutes ago."
"Thank you," she whispered as he gave her his notes.
"No problem," he said and turned back to the board. She quickly copied the notes and traded papers with him again. When she was finally caught up she let her mind wander a bit back to her diary but was sure to keep up with the teacher.
Seika's loge, continued entry. I will say one thing for the Earth Youth's. Most of them seem very vapid and shallow, especially the females. Most just wonder about their hair or primitive face paintings that they call "Make-Up". If my studies are correct, it is used as a step in an elaborate mating ritual to attract a mate. Very much like the Shinsu birds that live on the En'en lakes of Kouen. The warbling giggle that I heard one youth female produce while having a conversation with a youth male certainly reminded me of their mating call.
Seika rose gracefully from her desk and walked forward to figure an equation on the board as her teacher had asked, her mind still elsewhere.
It all seems quite ridiculous to me. Well, to each his own, as the Earth instructors say.
From the diary of Seika Tsuyobi, Sailor Eternal Eclipse of the Soshi Galaxy
She turned and returned to her seat as she logged out of her diary. She sighed and tried to pay attention to her instructor as her mind wandered. What do these Earth youths do for fun anyway, she asked as her eyes drifted once more to the open window. Her mind yearned for the freedom just beyond her reach and she sighed again.
Written By: Seika (BlackRoseTD)