Imogen sat quietly at her desk with a fresh notebook in front of her and a pen perfectly positioned in a 45˚ angle on the pages. She loved the look of a new notebook and pen - ready for lessons and note-taking. Students were filing in one-by-one, taking their places about the room. Imogen always sat at the front out of habit. It made her visible, with no distractions in front of her to get in the way of absorbing information. It wasn't that Imogen was particularly interested in what they were trying to teach her, but she carried an innate sense of responsibility to do the best she could. Otherwise she'd spend most of her time kicking herself for being a procrastinator, or lazy. "Morning class," said the teacher as she strode in carrying a briefcase. She pulled out a few pages of notes, and a stack of syllabi which she placed on the desk. Imogen smiled - she'd always liked this teacher. "I'm Mrs. Lockhart. Obviously, this is Advanced Algebra, annnnnd I think we'll start off by going over the syllabus." Mrs. Lockhart picked up the stack of papers and handed it to Imogen. "Imogen, hand these out, would you?" "Sure," she said, taking the stack and rising from her seat. She wasn't ashamed to be a teacher's pet... it got her the grades she wanted. She went down the lines, handing out the syllabi to everyone.