Castiel did not want to go next. Her handwriting was poor, and she couldn't afford to have the man interpret it incorrectly. It wasn't like she'd been using the alphabet her whole life, heck, most of her life was expecting to lay on her back and stare at the ceiling. No one expected her to even have feeling or emotions, and yet here she was, walking and talking. "Claude can go next, since he looks like he's always eager to please the teacher." she hoped the jibe at Claude would make him go next. Hopefully he could explain her situation to the teacher, but it looked like she had gotten off on the wrong foot with him already. If she was going to be a Preist, she needed to think these things through better. "Listen, I can't write but I'll still do the dumb exercise. I just have to go last."