Academy Nights // james-thecaptain
Danielle Blake pressed her palm against the biometric scanner and practically threw her messenger bag inside her room. The Advanced Relativistic Mechanics exam had absolutely drained her.
It had taken five hours to complete the test, which had consisted entirely of essays, and had barely completed the last question before the exam was locked. In his final prompt, the professor had asked students to discuss the differences between magnetic and electric fields in relation to the Lorentz transformation.
It was a trick question: they were different aspects of the same electromagnetic force, as a consequence of relative motion between electric charges and observers. So, instead, she had to explain the results of a thought experiment about an observer measuring a charge at rest in a reference frame, while another observer was in a prime reference frame moving at relative velocity and…
Blake flung herself onto the bed, landing flat on her stomach. With her arms firmly pressing down on the edges of her pillowcase, Danielle attempted to stifle the cacophony seeping through her walls. Concern crept into her mind, worried she was rapidly becoming the resident old woman of Starfleet at the ripe age of twenty-five. The thought of herself gray-haired and wrinkled, yelling from her porch at local children to get off of her lawn, repulsed her.
The lack of sunlight spilling into her room informed her it was Friday night, which was the most desperately active night at the Academy. Sometimes, she was surprised she had yet to open her door and find someone streaking down the corridor.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock echoing through her room, slow at first, insistent when she failed to answer immediately.
"I'm coming, I'm coming…" she grumbled and trudged toward the door to pull it open.
