The stir gave Hikaru the opportunity he had so sought: to lecture the teacher on his endless, dry lectures. The first few times they'd been bearable, since he'd at least managed to vary the contents a little. Since then, however, it had become steadily less and less informative, to the point that he could probably have asked any member of the class to lecture in his stead. It was boring.

Finally, and pleasingly, something had interrupted the man so Hikaru could say exactly what was on [i]everyone's[/i] minds! Okay, so it was a NERV van... but that could wait, if they'd parked outside it wasn't like they had all that many other places to go.

From the perspective of the class, the resident heterochromatic girl--Hikaru was so used to being treated as female that he hadn't even though to correct anyone (or, for that matter, the lazily-completed records the school kept)--had just leapt onto the table, too.

"Enough is enough! No more lectures on Second Impact, sensei: we all [i]know[/i] what Second Impact was, when it happened, how many people died, [i]how[/i] people died, the response of the nations of the world: everything except how to cause it. You go on and on about how we're the future, but spend more time talking about the disaster than preparing us for anything! Second Impact is not relevant for today's Maths lesson--nor yesterday's English, or Classical Literature from the day before. Set a test on it, let everyone get 100%, and [i]stop talking about it[/i]!

"Second Impact is in the past, let the lectures join them!"