Looking at the assorted gathering of students, Catherine sighed before stepping forward and tapping her parasol on the floor.

"Good morning." She spoke. "I am your teacher for soul studies, Miss Catherine Maidenmosel. You may refer to me as Miss Catherine, Miss Maidenmosel or Mademoiselle. 

As the NOT class I'm aware that many of you are fine with being shunted off to a support organization for the real warriors, safe behind the barriers of bureaucracy, the emblem of non-violence, the lack of a need to really risk your lives and the contentedness of having gotten something, even if you exerted minimum effort. That is perfectly fine. 

My rules for you are lax; I hold no expectations for you in terms of attendance, discipline, punctuality nor performance with the exception of a passing grade on the final exam, no matter how mediocre. The amount of effort, attention and actual care I give to you are exactly the same as the amount you put into my class. Thus, my speech for  you ends here."

Tapping her parasol on the ground again, Catherine looked around. 

"This next part," she continued, "pertains to those who aim to become part of the Especially Advantaged Talent - the EAT - class."