Jon returned to class feeling good. What Rebecca said, so far, made a lot of sense. She was really good at her job.
He understood now how immature he'd been. Not taking care of things at home. Not working as hard as he could at school. But now he would change all that. He was sixteen years old...nearly an adult. It was time to start acting like one.
Miss Fine had already started to shift Jon's priorities, resistance to the mass techniques they'd been using or not. It would just require a more subtle touch.
