Inane. That was one she'd have to hit the dictionary for, only she knew she wouldn't bother. It was already rolling off her back as she let the thought go. "Laughter keeps you young. Which is why you and me probably look so damn good. You seen some of the killjoys around this place? Youch." She made a face like she'd sucked on a lemon and shook her head. A little laughter certainly couldn't hurt some of the faces around the school.
A frustrated growl escaped her. Both hands shot up into her hair, fingers working through it and shaking it out. "This is a school, and there are teachers. But you know what they say? Those who can't teach. And I don't want to be a teacher. I want to be an agent. I want to be one of the best Centurions the world has ever known." A little melodramatic, yes, but she meant it with all of her heart. It wasn't that she didn't respect her teachers. Most of them she liked a great deal. But she also knew that there were limitations to what people could teach, and she hadn't met one yet that could get her better at flying.
"You're gonna teach me. One way or the other, now or later. I won't rest until you do. I'm not gonna take 'no' for an answer, so you might as well save yourself some restless nights and just give in now."