Gwen knew that Professor Bellaire didn't like them to look tired or mention being tired, so she didn't, though she was. As long as she didn't think about how tired she was she could avoid yawning and drooping. Maybe. It was her own fault anyway. She'd been thinking too much and hadn't fallen asleep until well past her normal bedtime. So it was fake-it-until-you-feel-awake time.

"Good morning, Professor!" Gwen said brightly choosing a spot in the middle of the classroom but not sitting. The chairs and desks were all on the side of the room. Bellaire always seemed to be in a foul mood. Gwen wondered if maybe she hated kids. Or mornings. Either way, she'd chosen the wrong profession if she didn't enjoy those sorts of things.

Also there seemed to be a disagreement going on about hair. Gwen didn't really get that. Maybe because she had a brother who had had long hair for as long as she could remember. If girls could have long hair or short hair as they chose, boys should get the same option. This was discrimination or something. Gwen considered speaking up, but she really didn't want to break her streak of not losing any points, so she stayed quiet. Maybe she would write an anonymous note to Professor Bellaire about it after classes.