It wasn't often that Brianne was given very specifics tasks. When she was, she attended to the dutifully. That was until the latest one.
"They want me to teach a class?" Her face blanched and Daniel laughed.
"Looks like it. Frank knew better than to let them ask me." He just straight up wouldn't have shown. Nothing said we're all fucked like an absent teacher.
"It says I need to teach basic chemistry and biology to all people on board under the age of 40." She should have expected this. Really it was a necessity considering their predicament. What if something happened to her? Or Daniel, heaven forbid. And even if they were fine and survived to be nice and wrinkly, it was still important that their populace learn and grown with the hopes of advancing. Hopefully they would find somewhere to colonize and when that happened, everyone needed to be able to help in some way; at least not be ignorant.
She just hadn't expected the task to fall to her. Apparently the 'crew' would be offering several different classes on a rotating basis until further notice. Everyone would be attending various courses, though there was some level of choice involved. Some courses would only be offered occasionally, while things such as weapons use, sciences, survival, and machine maintenance were to run almost constantly, available for different age and ability groups.
People on board needed something to do, and what better than these necessary classes? There were others in there as well, more for leisure than anything else. Literature, history, classics. They wouldn't aid in survival, but they help keep their humanity. Remind them of what they had been.
"I think this is going to go horribly," she told her coworker and he just laughed again. "Tell you what shorty, I'll come to your first class okay? And any time you get uncomfortable, glance back at me and I'll give you a nice big smile."
Brianne gave Daniel a warm look, sliding another piece of glass under her microscope. "Oh yeah? I'll hold you to that. You just have to promise you won't make fun of me later."
He adjusted his own lens, focusing in one the cellular structure of the aspirin he was recreating. "Come on now, I can't promise that."
Two weeks later Brianne's second wave of classes began. She had started with children, from 12 years of age to 15 and now her second class would focus on those who were in senior and junior level sciences as well as college age. She was more than a little bit uncomfortable and it showed. She had twisted the locket around her neck so much that it had caused a red line. There were tables instead of desks and she stood in front of large projector and white board. It felt more like a meeting than a class and she had done plenty of those. She felt intimidated because she considered the latest group of pupils her peers, even if her working habits had prevented her from having more than a few passing words with most of them.
She checked the clock and took a shaky breath. People should be arriving any minute. This first meeting would serve as a chance for her to get to know them, scope out anyone who could potentially become her 'apprentice' of sorts and also give her a chance to figure out everyone's ability levels. A part of her was looking forward to getting to know everyone better, but mostly she just wanted to go lock herself in her room.