It was better than most places, a lot better so far. Even without the mutant population (something that was moderately startling considering the last few years) and Emma's current inability to fully utilise her psychic powers, it was still better than they'd had it in a long while.
Their drinks were placed in front of them, Emma offering a small smile to Hope -genuine enough considering her usual sneers- at the compliment. "Thank you, dearest," and even if Hope didn't know what would unravel in the not-too-distant future, it was still nice enough to hear she wasn't utterly failing in her attempts. "My teaching tends to gear more towards young mutants, however, and as there are none, yourself excluded, of course, it is mildly unclear just what I would teach." That and she wasn't entirely sure if she should be allowed to do such a thing.
Taking a sip, Emma realised that every day, normal school would likely be a shock to Hope's system. Just as much as non-normal school might be. "The usual, basic tools to shape young minds into the free thinkers of the future." Bullshit really, all propaganda and lies. "Mathematics, English, some sciences, social studies, a computer course or creative arts course. You should get to choose just which ones you like and which you dislike." Emma hadn't been entirely enamoured with the sciences herself, of course the social sciences had been of an interest to her.