Over the next seven days, you often think back on the tone set for you by that first lesson at school. Quite possibly, being partnered with a mechanical zombie, consulted on the recovery of illicit contraband, and coming face-to-face with all of the horrors that a gym teacher and dodgeball can dole out was meant to give you a good sense of what this stage of your life will involve. Maybe it was intended to toughen you up.
Most worrying of all is the possibility that it was intended as a friendly welcome.
Still, the following week is…well, school. As unlikely, even as unreasonable, as it seems, there are lessons: mathematics, science, literature, history. And while most of the classrooms at your previous school didn't, as a rule, have some students hanging from the rafters or growling as they slept, the entire thing isn't completely dissimilar.
Michelle continues to act as your guide, making sure that you're where you're supposed to be, wake up when you're supposed to, and…