The Young Girl's School::

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:: Remedial learning is not a foreign concept. In order to show you're ready for higher learning, you have to learn the bare basics, and the term is used loosely depending on the level of education needed. Little Miss Sierra had no idea that the class she would be taking was anything like this, though she was warned about the difficulty of getting into this particular school.::

:: Some might call it an elaborate form of "hazing," but Ms. Vanderbilt's University for Young Girls (VUYG) had an odd prerequisite for it's newest students. There was a separate school simply titled "The Young Girl's School" which some new students had to go through. There was only one class with a small number of instructors. Every girl (or boy, as some were transferred/requested from other schools) was to dress in proper girl's uniform each day. They would live on campus. To prove they were respectable enough adults, they were to be "retaught" and "re-disciplined" starting from what the University felt was the most crucial time for developing classroom manners and etiquette: Kindergarten.::

:: As such, bathrooms were keycode-activated for instructors only. All students (more commonly referred to as "little ones") were to wear the school-approved "training undergarment" which were essentially just diapers. Every day, childish behaviors and mannerisms were encouraged to it's students from the classrooms to the dorm rooms. Privacy was not a privilege. Every morning, each little one would wake up and join in the line walking to the school, holding the hand of the little one in front of them. Each student entered, sat, and held their wrists and ankles in proper position to be locked to the desk for the day to start. There was no need for a bathroom break, only listening to the instructor on today's lessons which were usually instructions on how to speak with high respect to anyone above the age of six, how to obey each and every rule, how to listen, What will be required of them when they "grow up," etc.::

:: The goal of the program was to reset each student's discipline from their younger years and up, and if they didn't succeed, then they would fail the course and be required to take it again. The Young Girl's School didn't accept dropouts, and expelling meant the student would be reassigned to a nursery to remain in their undisciplined state forever (and there were plenty of programs that would take them in: BabyMake, RIGHT inc, etc.). The school also had a unique way of giving incentive to the student's learning process, which as Sierra found out, was cruel and effective.::

:: The end of the day was always a recap session to make sure each little one paid attention well during their 10-hour course, and the questions were often vague. The juice and crackers served for lunch along with the other approved meals throughout the day were purposely tainted to create a very unfortunate urgency for every student throughout the last hour. It was humiliating and almost laughable the first few times, but as it persisted each day, it became a race between the students to answer at least one question so they could go to one of the many nurses and get changed (and if they were lucky, acquire a spare diaper for later!). The last student left in the room... did not receive a change... did not get to go home early... and often had to stay behind and help the nurses clean up after a long day.::

"The last question of the day..."

:: Sierra leaned forward in extreme discomfort, her wrists corded extra tight today to assure she wouldn't raise her hand to speak out of turn. She could feel it now; probably one of the worst punishments she's had to endure at this school so far... worse than the caning, worse than the mouth full of soap... she needed to visit the nurse's office today; there was no exception. She attempted bartering, which was risky on a lot of levels. Her risk didn't pay off; she was caught speaking out of turn and the student beside her wouldn't allow her any of her spare diapers today. She did her best to sit up straight to appease the instructor, to which the instructor did smile knowing how frustrating that must be for her under these conditions.::

"When addressing a girl on the street of 10 years of age, what is the proper procedure?"

:: Sierra tried to raise her hand, but triggered the early alarm and almost burst into tears at her failure. The girl two seats ahead of her waited politely and raised her hand when the mechanism below her desk allowed her to.::

- "We address her as 'Ma'am' and politely curtsy to them before engaging any further. All further engagement should be respectful and followed as if they were twice our senior. We are not to in any way give the impression that we are adults to them unless circumstance demands it. Under those circumstances-"

"Correct, Ally. You may visit the nurse's office."

:: Ally's hands were released from the desk and the seat and she happily trotted off out the door of the classroom. At the back, Sierra blushed deeply, still agitated by her second failure this week. It was such an easy question too. The instructor took her time making her way towards her, each click of the heel on the floor making Sierra's body tense. Looking up, the instructor had a soft smile.::

"I can tell you want to be a part of our school. You will simply have to try harder to discipline yourself like a proper young girl. I'm going to give you the benefit of two more hours with Instructor Shannon to review the policy on hand raising and speaking only when spoken to. We wouldn't want you expelled."

"Y-yes... Ma'am..."

:: With that, Instructor Shannon joined and the session began. Sierra had endured this lesson over and over again, and she knew Instructor Shannon enjoyed this exercise on some sadistic level. She would ask questions and test her patience for one hour, making sure that she knew the proper wait time to raise her hand. The lesson repeated over and over until she did this correctly at least 20 times without failure. Finally, she was freed and allowed to walk back to her dorm, knowing she would need to make up for her time at the nursery by helping them prepare the next morning.::

"It'll all be worth it... once I'm actually in..."

:: With that, Sierra retired early for the night trying her best to sleep so she may correct her mistakes tomorrow and be a good "little one" for her instructors.::