The worst part of the triad of misery was about to take place as Amy walked down the corridor. In a matter of moments, she would enter an office with a new individual - someone who only knows her by the PADD in their hands. There would be a conversation of sorts, covering over previous record files and typical chatter of how she was getting along on the ship and so forth. In that span of time, an assessment would be made of her with severely limited data that would be entered into her records as an official entry.

It was one of those entries that already affected her career once. Amy was determined in her mind to make sure it never happened again.

She stopped for a brief moment before arriving at the office marked for the Chief Counselor. She glanced into the reflection of the wall panel near the door and brushed her back behind her ear - giving herself a ‘once over’ before proceeding. She tried to hide the resentment of having to complete such an exercise such as this with a soft smile, but the look in her eyes would still tell the story.

Calmly, she adjusted the top portion of her uniform, making sure she was all presentable. With a simple turn, she reached over, and pressed the chime for the door to the Chief Counselor’s Office.

-Cadet Amy Anderson / Science Division - USS Challenger-