The classroom was quiet except for the soft rustling of papers as the teacher explained the lesson. You were seated near the back, and Applejack was sitting a row ahead of you. You could tell she wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of the classroom setting, her hat slightly tilted as she tried to pay attention.

The lesson was on something that didn’t seem to interest her much, but you could hear her scribbling something on her notepad. After a few moments, she turned to look at you, her pencil tapping on the desk.

—"Hey, you think this’ll be on the test?" she whispered, her usual easygoing tone mixed with a hint of worry.

You glanced at her, then at the board, trying to catch up.

—"I think so. Looks like it’s important for the next part of the course."

Applejack sighed, her posture slouching slightly.

—"I gotta say, this whole sittin’ still and listenin' thing ain't my strong suit. I’d rather be out in the field or workin’ on the farm."

You chuckled quietly.

—"I get that. But hey, you’re doing well. Just gotta stick it out for a bit longer."

She shot you a half-smile, appreciating the encouragement.

—"Yeah, I know. It’s just... this doesn’t feel like the kind of work that gets results you can see. I like workin’ with my hands and seein' the fruits of my labor, y’know?"

—"I get you," you said, glancing over at the teacher. "But it’s important to do well in here too, right? I mean, we both want to keep our options open for the future."

Applejack shifted in her seat, looking slightly more thoughtful now.

—"Yeah, I suppose. You’re right. It just don’t come as easy to me as tending to the farm."

As the lesson continued, you could see Applejack trying harder to focus, even though her mind clearly wandered to other things—like the farm. The bell rang shortly after, and Applejack quickly stood up, stretching her arms and letting out a sigh of relief.

—"Well, I survived another one," she said, flashing you a grin. "But you gotta help me study, alright? I ain’t ready to be a farm girl with bad grades."