Miss Hatkinson wandered between rows, avoided tripping on the dinosaur-centaur’s tail, and nudged the cords of an air machine away from the walkway as she passed a methane-breathing squidlike student.
Two fuzzy aliens in the front row started giggling uncontrollably. Miss Hatkinson’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.
She turned back to the air machine and searched the cords until she found the tiny box she was looking for.
“This is a brain-booster!” she scolded. “Do you think I don’t know that your species performs better when you listen to ultrasonic frequencies? Cheating!”
Supervising standardized tests was a nightmare on this starbase.
Author’s Note: Teaching would get so much more complicated if you had to memorize the culture and biology of several dozen different student species.