The project had been weighing on Katherine's mind ever since it had been announced to the class the week before.  She had searched most of the library's archives for first hand sources from the time but the lack of librarian made it even more of a monstrosity of a task.<br/>Eventually the redhead gave up on her search, her essay at a standstill due to the lack of sources for her line of argument.<br/><br/>With a sigh, she trudged into their next history classroom and sank into her chair gratefully. It was with a confused expression that she watched the smartboard start playing a documentary. A learning technique that their new teacher had not seemed to endorse or participate in until this moment as he sat grumpily at his desk, not pacing up and down the aisles sporadically like he usually did.<br/><br/>As the class finished, Katherine wandered up to the desk, her fingers gracing the wooden top as she hovered, waiting for most of her classmates to leave before speaking.<br/>"Mr Lincoln," She started before continuing, "I'm struggling to find necessary first hand sources in any of the towns archives.." The girl trailed off, not entirely sure how strict or lenient he would be of the prospect of an unfinished project. Her wide blue eyes watching his face carefully, searching for any contortions that would hint at his response.