"What is cell?" Asked Xavia as she walked around the front of her formal classroom. She was definitely dressed for the part of nerdy teacher, black framed glasses perched upon her nose, crimson hair pulled into a bun, blouse, pencil skirt, patent pumps, and pencil in hand. "It is building block of life, so tiny but so important. Every person, every home, every tree, all built of billions of t'em." She paused and grinned as she caught a couple of students in the act of exchanging a note. "You cannot pass a note along to friend wit'out cell. Save for after class please."

She walked to her desk, picking up a stack of disposable pie plates, handing enough to each column of students to pass along, as well as starting to pass out eggs. "Crack your egg into in please, and observe. We know t'e egg is comprise of many cell, but is perfect diagram of a single cell. T'e yolk serves as nucleus, which is how a cell t'rives. I wish for you to write me your observation, your take on t'e simple egg; how it compares. You have t'irty minutes. You are welcome to talk to each ot'er about it, share notes, but your paper must be your words."

As the students eagerly talked among themselves, Xavia cast a glance toward wherever Kendra might be situated if she was present, lifting a brow as if to ask how she was coping. A smile lifted the corner of her lips if so, and she walked over to speak to the younger woman. If she wasn't present, Xavia would not hold it against her. She would simply move to seat herself at the desk and go over her lesson some more.

Kendra was sitting in a desk off to the side at the front of the class. She had her long red hair pulled back in a ponytail. She sat quietly as Xavia went over her lesson.  While she was waiting she took the time to grade a few papers from the test that was just given hour earlier in the class. She got about half way done grading her stack when Xavia had caught her attention.  Kendra smiled at her.  Her nose crinkled a bit like a rabit and she looked back down at her papers and finished grading them.

The job, as it turns out wasn't as hard as all that.  The sciencey stuff wasn't that hard and she found that Xavia's particular style of teaching was pretty easy to understand and follow.  She was a good teacher.  Kendra finished grading another paper and placed it on the stack as she listened to the lecture continue.  When she was done she would place the stack on Xavia's desk and go around the room seeing if any students needed any individual help with their work while Xavia continued to lecture the rest of the class on cells and growth.

After a few more moments Kendra had graded the last paper.  Making sure they were stacked neatly she leaned over and placed them on the edge of Xavia's desk for her to look over later if she wished.  It was weird being back in a classroom again.  Her last time seemed like forever ago even though she was only twenty-one. 

She eventually collected all the finished papers after a time, then returned to her lecture... "T'e egg is perfect representation of single cell. A cell brings life as t'e egg does. Our bodies generate new cells each second, and many cells die. T'ey illustrate life and deat' wit' each moment. T'ey are t'e original computers, storing information in t'e nucleus... DNA, for instance, telling one person apart from t'e next. We take cells for granted. Wit'out t'em, all would be vast not'ingness. For t'is week, our objective is to st different type of cell. T'is will be group project."

The class ended, the classroom was cleaned up. The eggs went into a bowl for the chemistry teacher, while the pie tins went into the sink to be washed and reused at another time. She said, "How do you feel after t'at?"

She hoped that things were not too overwhelming as the day progressed. The rest of the classes would be repeat performances of this class, until it was time for Botany. Xavia was anxiously awaiting that particular class, where she would definitely be inher element.

"I'm good." Kendra said softly. Her eyes cast down over the stack of papers on the desk. They really didn't take that long to grade them all and the kids.... The kids really seemed to enjoy the class. She didn't know many kids who enjoyed learning, but she supposed like her they could see the value in a biology class. Understanding what might be happening inside their own bodies. That was valuable information to have. Kendra was hoping to hear a little more about mutant biology specifically.  what about their DNA made them unique or different?  Or was it all to broad to answr that question? 

When she was asleep.  Kendra found herself with a lot of free time on her hands.  She spent a lot of time in the mansion's library reading everything she could on mutation.  Geneology and the human antimony.  She was hoping to find answers about her specifical astral projecting mutation, but so far she hadn't come across a single book that mentioned it.

She had been told by more than one person that she had met, that she wasn't the first astral projector to come through the mansion.  There had been a few in fact.  She wished she could meet them, just so she could ask them questions about her mutation, she craved understanding about it.  It was one of the reasons helping teach a biology class kind of jumped out to her in the first place.  Kendra was lost in thought for a moment and realized that Xaiva was still looking at her. 

Blushing lightly Kendra found herself thinking about getting in some training.  She had a little bit of training here and there with different folks, but she found that she liked running herself through the simulations.  At the very least be better prepared for the next time some jackass tries to attack her in an alley.  Her eyes closed a moment and she felt the terror she felt when she thought she was going to be attacked outside the movie theater.  It jumped up and seized her heart in fright for a single moment and her eyes shot open again.  She didn't want to feel like a helpless person.  She had trained with Juliette and Becca and each had been unique, though she could always use more work on her fighting ability. 

"Hey you wanta get some training in?"  She asked.  She wasn't even sure if Xavia had clearance to gain access to the danger room, but she knew if not they could always train outside.  Xavia's powers seemed to flourish in the sun and that worked for Kendra just as well.  She shifted her weight to her other foot and leaned on the doorframe.  Holding on to her notebook she waited for a response.

"Not quite up to spar today, but will be running today if you wish to join. I am glad everyt'ing went fine for you. You did great, Kendra." Her praise was genuine, eyes sparkling a little. "Kids seemed to like you." She observed.

She started sticking the already graded papers into a manilla folder, then grabbed a few of the funny egg papers she had set aside. She giggled at them and handed them over so Kendra could get a laugh too. There were a few describing the egg as goop or similar names, but the funniest read: incredible edible... With shell as white as fresh snow; Scrambled on dry toast.

The haiku was too cute. Then it went on to the paragraph about the egg vs. Cell: Indeed, the egg is a life bringer as much as the cell. The delicious gold in the center is where it is at, while the bland whites are mediocre at best on their own. Woukd an egg be an egg without the yolk? Just as the cell without the nucleus. That does not answer if the egg or chicken came first, though. Perhaps it will remain up in the air like the speculation on how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop.... By the way, I did count several times. It took me an average of 221 licks, but I digress... Now I am going to poke the yolk of this egg.

Xavia snickered.