An "ARTIST"

"Okay, first of all, the world is made of vibrations, sound wav-"
The laughter burns her ears, if, laughter could physically burn her ears. It just makes her feel like crawling into a whole, which, granted isn't very much better.
"What a dweeb!" The drum-person...major?...exclaims.
"SAYS THE ONE WITH THE FEATHER HAT!"
They all gasp. Silence.
"ITS A PLUME!" They all say at once.
"She didn't even know-"
"-I think she's a MATH major-"
"-How is she so retarded?-"
She's frozen to the ground for a solid minute, feeling her unease crawl into her throat.

She runs through the door.
No.
No.
NO.

She goes to the bathroom, trying to calm the oncoming tears she feels; to try and steady her breathing, calm down her anxiousness.
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Jess is a 10th grader, in a world of vibrations, of sound waves making up the whole world.
Of colors painting the skies and the horizon.
Of emotions plastered on every living thing (or so her drama teacher says. PLANTS DONT HAVE FACIAL FEATURES ITS NOT EVEN PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE)

Hence, music, art, and drama are the main fields of focus. They're the main fields out there- along with writing on the side, of course, and minor fields: animation, and such.

How's a math-oriented, history-enamored, scientist supposed to make her way through this hellhole?
These "creativity-development" classes, they're called.
Classes most people can take for a semester, that she has to take AT LEAST a year, if not two.
AND SHE'S NOT EVEN ALLOWED TO TAKE ELECTIVES A QUARTER BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT A BASS CLEF IS!!!