"Don't think it's all peaches and cream, Goose. I'm not about to say my class is worse than yours, because I don't know how your class is. In the same respects, you probably shouldn't make any judgments about mine."

Then she stretched her arms over her head and yawned, "Sometimes it's not always the kids. Sometimes it's the curriculum. Being an instructor is exhausting. You have to come up with a syllabus that's informative, interesting, and meets the requirements for the educational system. That's not black and white. There are a lot of shades of grey."

There was a brief pause and she silently counted the other things that went into working in a classroom. "And all students are different. You can't cater to each one unless you're privately tutoring them, which I also do. I was also considering taking the time to put our auditorium to good use. I wanted to have my students perform for the academy as part of both an exam and extra credit for those who need it."

Her chin tipped up, "You get what I'm saying? There's a lot you have to think about. My mind's never stopping. It's always going."