It didn't feel like she'd just entered a classroom. There were plants and more plants and a pile of wood. And it smelled nice -- was that coconut? Walking deeper into the room and setting her belongings on a desk at the front -- the desks would have impressed her grandmother -- Beverly studied everything.

This was far from what she thought classrooms looked like. It was sort of...neat.

There was the professor. She was pretty, but Beverly couldn't get a read off of her. So, she just nodded a greeting, not wanting to call any attention to her. HEY LOOK, A GIRL WITH A BEARD. LOOK AT THAT.