Zhenya was just coming from the library. She had her nose almost pressed against some past exam papers that Mr. Kitridge had given her to use for study. She was also cross-referencing her astronomy one with the book he had given her, looking up the key terms and theories. It was very helpful. VERY VERY VERY. She decided to plonk down on the floor, her knees pulled up, her new glasses pushed up the bridge of her nose...