Disclaimer: As it was the last time I uploaded this story, I do not own My Life as a Teenage Robot. I also do not own any of it's official characters. However, any characters that appear in this story that are not in the show are mine.

I've finally decided it's time to repost this story. I apologize to any of the fans of this story that I've disappointed.

Enjoy.


Today, Jenny was the first student in class. Normally, she'd be in the halls amongst the other students trying new ways to fit in. Today was different. Today, she just didn't feel like it.

It would be another 10 minutes or so until the next student arrived in the classroom. The teacher was already there sorting through several documents in one of his briefcases. He paused to see that Jenny was staring blankly at her desk motionless. The only thing that broke through the almost complete silence was the sound of the robot girl's internal motors. Yes, it was otherwise just that quite in the room.

"Ms. Wakeman," Mr. Tier called.

Her head rose quickly and eyes opened wide to make contact with his. "Yes, Mr. Tier."

"You don't seem to be your usual…at least somewhat cheery self today. Is there anything that you want to discuss?" Mr. Tier asked.

Jenny cleared some excess static from her speaker and said "I just…have you ever felt like no matter how hard you try to accomplish a goal, you really can't, and then you feel that maybe it just wasn't meant to be?"

Mr. Tier stared at her for a few moments. He noticed how odd it was that she didn't have a smile on her face as she usually would when she talked to him. She usually did so, because out of the many faculty that were employed at Tremorton High, he was one of the few that showed her sincere respect. This time was different. He knew something had to be terribly wrong, and he was pretty sure he knew what that something was.

"You mean like this teaching job?" He responded.

"Huh?" She asked puzzled.

"My goal wasn't simply to become a teacher. I was hoping to really be able to shape young minds into intelligent individuals that could one day take care of themselves properly and possibly help others. Twenty two years of this and only about thirty-five percent actually did something worthwhile with their lives. You probably don't have a clue as to how disappointed I am with these dismal results. It's truly appalling how quickly the ignorance rate is rising in the United States. But enough of that, I know your trying very hard to fit in with your peers. I know that, after all this time, you've failed miserably to gain their approval," He responded.

"Yeah…and miserably is a huge understatement," She said still frowning.

"Listen Jennifer, I don't mean any harm by saying this; but I'm really convinced at this point that what you've been trying to accomplish is at least almost impossible," He said.

"I'm slowly getting used to that reality myself. But why, why do you think they reject me the way they do?" She asked.

"What you're asking for is a general human's point of view, correct?" He asked.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm asking," She responded.

"I'll be as straight with you as I can be. The majority of the problem comes from a little something called a superiority complex. Throughout childhood, we are usually taught that since we are the most intelligent creatures on the planet, that that automatically makes us superior to any other form of life. Most of us grow quite comfortable believing that. Most of us feel secure in the idea that we have this so-called right to do whatever we want and that we should never have to suffer the consequences of our actions. On the other hand, we generally don't have a problem with following rules, as long as these rules were made by humans. We don't usually think about that concept quite that directly, but that's what a lot of your problem boils down to. When you came along, people started feeling that on top of all the things that could go wrong in their lives, they now have to deal with competition. If you think I'm trying to pull your leg, put yourself in our shoes. If you belonged to an entire race of robots that lived pretty much the way we do, and humans were as rare as an intelligent robot such as yourself is, and all of a sudden a human started demanding the same rights and respect as all of the other robots, what do you think would happen? How would you feel about that? If I recall correctly, Cluster Prime still holds many humans captive as slaves. They don't have the same rights and respect that we have here. I understand that under the new queen's leadership, the ones that are still held prisoner are only still there because they are serving out sentences because of whatever crime they committed. That's not the way it was when Vexus was in power though. Now that humans are being released from captivity, robots on that planet now have to do more work than before. How do you think a lot of them feel about that? My point is, that they are simply not used to you yet. When it comes right down to it, you're kind of asking for too much. I know that you want quick results, but there is a balance problem. Humans generally aren't used to having a robot living along side them that doesn't exist primarily to obey commands. It sounds pretty harsh, but that's the way it is for the most part," He explained.

"I kinda figured that. I just don't want to believe it though. I'm surprised that you cared enough to learn anything about Cluster Prime. Most people don't," Jenny said.

"Grades aren't the only things I discuss with your mother. Believe it or not, she used to do substitute teaching at the college I attended and she did a very excellent job at it. Strict she was, but that didn't bother me much because my father was much worse. That's what a lot of these kids need these days, stricter parents," He said.

"I knew my mom did substitute teaching, but I never knew she taught you," She said surprised.

"That's the first time this morning I've seen you without a frown on your face," He said.

"Well, harsh as your explanation was, it did manage to kind of put my mind at ease. You're the first person to ever give me that straight an answer. My mom isn't even that straight with me. She still talks to me as if I'm a baby or something…as if I'm XJ1," She said.

"Yes, one of these days I do want to see your sisters. But we'll have to discuss this later, I still have a few folders to sort through, and someone is approaching the classroom," He said as he continued his usual morning task.

Jenny increased her hearing capability to listen for footsteps. Sure enough, someone was approaching the classroom.

"I guess that just goes to show you that experience often wins over ability," She thought to herself.

She decided to at least try to seem happy despite how miserable she was. So she then put on a false smile and awaited her fellow classmates.