Editing City Series:Volume7 Layer 12 (section)

===Record 69: I Just Had a Feeling===
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'''06/24/1998

'''15:14

Sensei abruptly ended homeroom with just a greeting and then dragged me to the faculty room.

“Hurry, hurry. Something awful happened before homeroom!”

Wasn’t something awful always happening around here?

“Sensei, should I just go ahead and tell you to be more careful in the future?”

“Eh? Do you have something to say before this? Fine, then.”

She turned toward me in the hallway and shut her eyes, so I flicked her on the forehead.

Now that she was crouching and groaning, I picked her up by the collar and carried her to the faculty room. The other teachers whispered to each other when they saw us, but this was part of my work as Vice Chancellor. They had no right to complain.

I sat her in her chair and she looked tearfully up at me with her hands on her forehead.

“I-I’m not telling you anything if you treat me like that.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Have some leftover bread from lunch.”

That fixed that.

She told me her computer had stopped working.

“It was working just fine yesterday. It’s strange.”

“This is strange. That you know how to use a computer, I mean.”

“O-of course I can use one. I even know how to turn it on.”

Did that really count as using it?

She apparently couldn’t relax without her computer working and I wanted to avoid being dragged here in lieu of homeroom again.

I checked the power cable, but it was plugged in and glued in place. The monitor plug was padlocked in place. Whoever had set it up must have realized Sensei was a walking disaster and made sure nothing could be unplugged very easily.

“Then why isn’t it working?”

“You can’t tell? Should I call an expert?”

For some reason, the Professor was standing nearby and pointing at himself, so I punched and defenestrated him.

“I can’t approve of violence at school,” said Sensei.

“That wasn’t violence. It was efficient problem solving.”

This still didn’t tell me why her computer wasn’t working, though.

Then I noticed it.

“Let’s see. Is this the angle?”

I punched it at a diagonal angle of 45 degrees and the screen lit up.

“Oh,” exclaimed Sensei and reached for the mouse. I checked the window that was open.

“Sensei, were you grading our midterms? We should have gotten those back a while ago, so why are you only grading them now?”

“B-but I have to have a serious discussion with each answer. A lot of them are pretty merciless.”

“That sounds like the student’s responsibility to me.”

I was about to tell her to just throw them out, but she smiled bitterly at me.

''Oh,'' I realized. She knew what I was about to say because the other teachers had probably already told her the same thing.

I sighed and placed my hand over hers on the mouse.

“Here, I’ll show you why it wasn’t working.”

“Okay.”

I brought up the calendar and clock window and it showed today as Sunday due to a manufacturing error.

“It put up with it until now, but it couldn’t keep it up forever. I recommend giving it a long weekend and then fixing the calendar,” I said. “This is a good computer.”

'''Author Comment:

This is leading up to the previous story, but there’s no real connection.

Sensei can be absentminded, but she does give things thought. I think that leads her to carry around some extra weight, but she’s the type who gets stressed about eliminating the things weighing her down. But it’s that refusal to eliminate those things that keeps her interacting with the protagonists, so perhaps this is the position her way of life found for her.