Nishka ignored the boring classes and managed to avoid getting called on, having perfected that look of paying attention but really not from a young age. Finally they got to the class that seemed least boring, SUit, taught by Sir Tan. Nishka hated it when people were named stupid things like that. Tan isn't a name, its more like a noun, at best some sort of adjective, certainly no good for being a name. That was like naming your kid 'smart'. Then when you said things like 'my kid is smart' you have to explain what exactly you mean and the whole thing is more confusing for everyone. Stupid names are stupid. Nishka rolled her eyes upon hearing they would be in groups, what a bunch of work. Of course it was called small [u]unit[/u] tactics for a reason but still. Rather than searching for a group Nishka did what she usually did, nothing. Either the teacher would lump her into a group or some geek would recruit her, she didn't particular care either way. Frankly she was surprised the nerd that'd asked her to hang out with him hadn't immediately latched onto her. Whatever.