"Anastasia, is it?" began Madeleine Noetal, the fine arts professor and dean of the department. "Your admissions portfolio blew us all away. You speak four languages and have already designed buildings in your hometown, but your performance in class has been underwhelming, to say the very least."
Anastasia shrugged. "I'll try harder."
"It's not a matter of trying harder, Anastasia. You have the talent, it's evident from your drawings. You're just not applying yourself. You're not performing to your potential. If you weren't insanely talented I wouldn't be saying this. Now, your mother wrote me a very detailed letter."
"She did?"
"Yes. On royal stationery no less. In it she said you've been interested in architecture and design since you were a tot."
Anastasia nodded.
"She also said that all you do at home is draw and that you have notebooks upon notebooks of drawings. The work that you've handed in to me has been haphazardly rushed. If you'd take your time to complete your projects, you might be seeing better marks on them. It's not just about the drawing, Anastasia. It's about the practical application of those drawings. You have the potential to be my finest student."
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