<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Haley_Ramm_zpse2f7a826.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jean Grey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200335.msg9786237#msg9786237)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Marvel Girl<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>2/1<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Classroom 4 (History)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Blouse and skirt combo, with knee high socks, and black dress sandals<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3rd, 0950<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arthur, Erik, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Jean’s mind was still reeling from the mechanics and Calculus class she had just attended.  She was smart, at least, she thought she was smart, but it seemed like she’d be calling home and asking her father for help with her homework quite often.  That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.  It was something to talk to him about other than her abilities and how she was adjusting to the school or what Professor Xavier was teaching her.<br/><br/>She entered classroom 4 shortly after Arthur and took a seat in the center and middle of the class.  She didn’t want to be in the first row, but she didn’t want to be in the last either.  The middle seemed unassuming enough.<br/><br/>After picking her seat, she removed her tablet, opened her email, and scanned it for any notes or messages which could have appeared since before breakfast.  Seeing nothing new, she then went to the class files and opened up the corresponding folder for “Military History”.  The instructor, who she assumed was sitting behind the big desk, had apparently uploaded a number of files and notes, along with a syllabus.<br/><br/>Jean gave the man a friendly, though, timid smile before she returned to reading through the notes for the class.