After searching the definitions of any words I'd heard but didn't know the meaning of, I'd once again been stumped on what to look up. What was common knowledge? What wasn't? It wasn't as if there was an online list of common knowledge topics! I checked.
Through my searches, I eventually stumbled on Remnant's equivalent of Wikipedia, here called Dustpedia, and proceeded to basically wiki-race, with the differences being me reading the entirety of each article, and that I had no end destination article.
This, I found, was a somewhat effective way of gathering information. I found definitively useful articles, such as prerequisits for being a huntsman in Vale, along with names of politicions, etc.
I found articles that were less useful, but still interesting to me, such as the distribution of known dust mines, or how various electronic devices worked.
I mostly, however, pages about useless topics like celebrities, or various battles throughout history. Knowing everything about the battle of Fort Castle wasn't going to help me be a better huntsman, right?
I shook my head and checked on my teammates. All still sleeping. My scroll's clock said 6:59 AM, so I decided to end my research there for the night err… morning. I set my scroll back on the charger, and placed myself in a sleeping position, closing my eyes.
Evidently, I either had been blessed by lady luck or some other high deity, because very soon after, someone's scroll went off. One would think that the sound would take a while to rouse a person, because most people take a while to wake up, right? Evidently not in this case. The scroll alarm was shut off before it was half way through the first beep.
I heard rustling from the bed beside mine, so I turned my head to look. Nora was sitting up in her bed, looking around the room as if she expected to be attacked by the shadows. She evidently started her sweep at my side of the room, as she didn't appear to notice my conscious state. I silently laid my head back down in its previous position, and soon after, I heard more rustling, then silence. I waited a few moments then peeked at my odd teammate. She was, to all appearances, soundly asleep, but once again was pretending.
Twenty minutes later, Pyrrha's alarm went off. Since she wasn't nearly so quick to turn off the alarm as Nora had been, the beeping soon roused everyone in the room. Pyrrha, looking more like a zombie than I do, climbed out of bed and shut off her alarm. She mumbled, "I'm sorry…," slowly trudging to the dorm kitchenette, groaning "Coffee…"
Nora quickly sat up. "I want some!" She shouted gleefully. Ren quickly sat up. "No!" he yelled, quickly chasing after her to stop a potentially apocalyptic disaster. Soon I was the only person left in the immediate room. Now, I decided, would be the best opportunity to 'clean up.' I headed to the bathroom, grabbing my bag along the way.
I really didn't want to do laundry, so I stepped into the shower with my clothes on and used a wet washcloth to clean the areas on me where bone had pierced through skin, and the corresponding spots where I had leaked into my clothes. The openings were completely closed, so I didn't have to be quite as careful around my teammates and human beings in general. That last thought brought up another problem. Faunus have better senses than humans, so they should be able to smell something wrong a mile away.
I stepped out of the shower and toweled off my hair and clothes. Most people would probably be bothered by the feeling of damp clothes or cold, but it didn't bother me for obvious reasons. I applied an excessive amount of spray deodorant all over myself and all my clothes, slipping the half empty can into one of my uniform's pockets. I stepped out of the bathroom, and Nora zipped by me, claiming the bathroom for herself. I shook my head, and walked over to Ren.

"What class do we have today?" I asked.
"Our first class is history with Doctor Oobleck."
"Can-"
"I will lead the way," Ren cut me off, "Our first night as a team made it very obvious you are bad with direction."
I nodded, mostly grateful and slightly hurt, and walked away, sitting on the edge of my own bed. Pyrrha asked from across the room, "Did you shower in your school uniform?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I hate laundry."
"GENIUS!" Nora shouted from within the bathroom.
Everything progressed slowly that morning, from the conversations, to the preparation for classes, to our walking pace to the cafeteria. At least, our pace was slow until someone in one of the groups leaving the cafeteria mentioned the word 'pancake,' then it was a mad dash to keep up with Nora as she was reminded of her apparent favorite food.
Breakfast today was like our last team meal, except with breakfast foods. I was once again pressured into taking and eating a portion of food that did not benefit me in the slightest. Our team once again talked about nothing in particular was we discarded our trays and walked to first hour history.
As it would turn out, I had wasted my time researching Remnant and all its history all night on my scroll which, now that I thought about it, was still on the charger in my dorm. Dr. Oobleck seemed intent on teaching the entirety of the history of remnant within the next week.
On one hand, it was quite convenient to have a lot of the information I wanted to know all given to me at once. On the other, the doctor sometimes spoke so fast that he was difficult to understand. For once, er… once again, I was reaping the benefits of being a zombie: my brain, and therefore my mind, didn't get tired, so I didn't lose focus or zone out throughout the entire lecture.
Quick glances showed that most students didn't share my focus. Nora's eyes had completely glazed over. Pyrrha and Ren appeared to be trying, but they were obviously losing focus. Everyone jumped as the class bell went off.
"My goodness, is that the time? We still had so much to go over!" the obviously overcaffinated/cocained professor/doctor quickly said with disappointment. That sentence gave me a headache just thinking about it. Ugh.
Each of my teammates stood up in unison, once again making me feel out of place. Ren, being the de-facto guide and schedule coordinator, mentioned some brief direcitons, and team JNPR started walking to our next class. As we walked, I only had one thought on my mind. 'Why did I think Beacon was a good idea again?'