It was getting harder and harder for Jasmine to make herself come to class, but somehow she managed to make herself do it. It was a little too early to be anticipating the end of the term, but she wished it was over. Approaching the stool outside of the classroom, Jasmine automatically picked up the lint brush de-linted herself. It felt like everything she did these days was on autopilot, done without thought or care.

Jasmine saw Professor Flamsteed at the front of thr room and said, "Hello Professor". She chose a seat and plopped down on it while noticing a pack of balloons on the desk. When the Professor made that horrible balloon squeaking noise, Jasmine didn't flinch. She didn't have the energy to be bothered by it. She reeeeally hoped that class would start soon.