<div class="floatleft">(http://www.girlswithmuscle.com/images/full/746549258.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Brandt<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Mantis<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 2, Room 3<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Computer Clasroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3rd, 0530<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>SHIELD supplied Heather Gray Tee Shirt and Black Gym Shorts, Sneakers<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Mantis was thankful that she had a period of several days to adjust to the radical twelve plus hour shift in time before arriving here. Thus despite the softness of the bed, and how utterly cold the climate was, she was still able to sleep somewhat comfortably, though not without wearing a pair of the academy provided pajama pants and sleep shirt... and a stocking cap... and wool socks. And it was only September. But she was warm enough to rest easily. The alarm clock she had set actually surprised her, even though she had set it the night before. She was already out of bed when the alarm clock literally went off and she jumped with a bit of fright, almost wanting to throw something at the infernal device, but soon tempered herself. She took a shower, after figuring out how to master the temperature and flow controls which again took some time, before opening up her drawers in the dresser and finding plenty of clothes, almost all of it with the SHIELD eagle logo in various areas, already sized to her and covered in a shrink wrap, brand new.<br/><br/>Slipping into those clothes, she kept close to her class schedule, knowing that her elective study period was early in the morning and involved the rather mandatory skill of building up her computer literacy. It wasn't that consumer electronics had passed by her homeland, it had not, but it had largely passed by her during her time with the Priests of Pama. While she knew the basics of electronics, even the basic use of an internet browser or deciphering how to utilize 'apps' on her tablet or programs on an operating system were a bit overwhelming to her. Arriving promptly at the Central Building, she was able to find the computer classroom where she was going to take her computer training and a rather bored looking SHIELD agent waiting to tutor her like a child on such things.<br/><br/>It was clear that the Agent, though he tried to be understanding, was a bit annoyed that after all of his training and duties and time put in, he had to spent over an hour every morning several times a week teaching a Vietnamese half breed like her how to set up an e-mail account. He laid a book beside her, a generically printed one of a bundle of pages attached to a three ring binder as he systematically started with the things she did know, rather bemused when she didn't actually know what the power icon looked like to turn on the laptop they were using. Then as the computer loaded up, he was telling her about the proper placement of her fingers for typing, going down into the particulars of how to navigate menus, icons, and toolbars. The Agent managed to not roll his eyes too much as she double clicked with the wrong mouse button, or lost her cursor in the margins of the monitors border, and searched for buttons while wondering why none of these keyboards were alphabetical.<br/><br/>By the time they were finished over an hour later, he was giving her encouragement that she knew was a bit patronizing as she struggled to type up a page in a word processor, save it, and then navigate the computers internet browswer to set up an e-mail account and use that to send said document in an attached file to his e-mail address. When that was finally a success, he finally seemed to soften a bit, genuinely now as Mantis seemed rather pleased with herself as well, practically bouncing in her office chair from being ecstatic at her success before turning to him. He braced himself, not wanting to be hugged by a student. That would feel awkward to him, but instead she just put her hand in the air and a moment later he realized it was for a high five. They slapped hands as he seemed to chuckle. "Don't worry about the typing stuff. It's all muscle memory. You'll do fine," he then said as she seemed rather glowing, before saying her farewells and heading off to the most important meal of the day.<br/><br/>But already she was feeling rather enthusiastic for the rest of the day, and her academic experience to come.