Time management was an important skill for any college student. Between lectures, homework, studying, fighting crime, and making sure to get enough sleep, there was barely any time left for things like socializing or tail brushing.
Not that there was any shortage of mutants in New York, but if there were other students at Empire State with tails, she didn't know how they managed. Keeping her tail stuffed in her pants lead to a fantastic figure, but also matted fur. Tippy Toe was utterly mortified by the state of her, and Doreen couldn't blame her. They had agreed to multitask in Central Park, with Squirrel Girl disagreeing with her compiler and her squirrel army trying to untangle the mess that her tail had become.
It would have been a very strange sight, if anyone bothered to look up that particular tree.
"What undeclared identifier?" she demanded of her laptop. "I've declared all the identifiers! All the identifiers have been identified!"
«Maybe there's a typo,» Tippy Toe suggested.
"I think I would have noticed something as obvious as a typo, Tippy Toe." Brown eyes narrowed at the screen. "Wait. No, I didn't. There's a typo. That was it." She corrected the mistake, then clicked the compile button again. "That didn't… well, at least it's an interesting new error," she said, looking on the bright side.
«Tail's done!» Tippy Toe said, which almost theoretically qualified as good news. Squirrels left the tree en masse, and Doreen brought her tail high enough that she could grab it and hug it to her chest, propping it under her chin like a pillow.
"I don't think Achieving Consistency Across Distributed Database Systems Girl is ready for primetime yet," she sighed, large front teeth sinking into her lower lip.
«I'm sure you'll get it eventually! Squirrel Girl can't be defeated by a simple programming assignment.»
"I wish we'd have a punching gorillas on the moon assignment every once in a while," she said. "I'd do great at those." Punching things, in general, was much easier than college. Which was the whole point, that this was a challenge and she was learning new things. She hadn't realized at the time how suspiciously learning resembled failing repeatedly.
Not that there was any shortage of mutants in New York, but if there were other students at Empire State with tails, she didn't know how they managed. Keeping her tail stuffed in her pants lead to a fantastic figure, but also matted fur. Tippy Toe was utterly mortified by the state of her, and Doreen couldn't blame her. They had agreed to multitask in Central Park, with Squirrel Girl disagreeing with her compiler and her squirrel army trying to untangle the mess that her tail had become.
It would have been a very strange sight, if anyone bothered to look up that particular tree.
"What undeclared identifier?" she demanded of her laptop. "I've declared all the identifiers! All the identifiers have been identified!"
«Maybe there's a typo,» Tippy Toe suggested.
"I think I would have noticed something as obvious as a typo, Tippy Toe." Brown eyes narrowed at the screen. "Wait. No, I didn't. There's a typo. That was it." She corrected the mistake, then clicked the compile button again. "That didn't… well, at least it's an interesting new error," she said, looking on the bright side.
«Tail's done!» Tippy Toe said, which almost theoretically qualified as good news. Squirrels left the tree en masse, and Doreen brought her tail high enough that she could grab it and hug it to her chest, propping it under her chin like a pillow.
"I don't think Achieving Consistency Across Distributed Database Systems Girl is ready for primetime yet," she sighed, large front teeth sinking into her lower lip.
«I'm sure you'll get it eventually! Squirrel Girl can't be defeated by a simple programming assignment.»
"I wish we'd have a punching gorillas on the moon assignment every once in a while," she said. "I'd do great at those." Punching things, in general, was much easier than college. Which was the whole point, that this was a challenge and she was learning new things. She hadn't realized at the time how suspiciously learning resembled failing repeatedly.
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