She yawns again as she exits the bathroom and makes her way to the kitchen, immediately getting to work on brewing a fresh pot of coffee. Without the sweet nectar known as caffeine, there is little doubt that she wouldn't make it through a school day. As the water heats up, she trots out of the kitchen and into the connected dining room. She starts to reach for her bag, but as she does so, she notices some mail being pushed through the slot in her door. With a sigh, she bends over to pick it all up. Let's see... bill, bill, junk, bill, junk, the morning paper, bill, junk. Great.