“Bullheaded, arrogent, stubborn ass little,” she gripped her hands into fists as she finally flung herself into her chair. Apparently a professor had not only called her work meaningless, but had insenuated that she’d only been accepted into SFIT for racial balance. A woman and Japanese to a degree, and that was it. She was furious, angry, and all of it swirled together into a feeling of hurt as well. Disappointed to hear such a horrible thing come from the mouth of a person that was supposed to nurture students in a welcomed environment. She actually had angry tears lacing her eyes, scrubbing them with her fist and pausing when someone approached her and her desk “Huh - uh - y-yeah, I’m … I’m fine,” she mumbled and quickly returned her hands to her desk table, taking a screw driver she’d swiped from Wasabi and twirling it in her fingers, trying her best to, well, be fine.