But isn't school just for doing nondescript homework and silly projects about wonders?

Not that Sayaka could have seen it, but when he saw the all-but-a-wall of literature, he almost stopped. His wheels, however, made a weird locking noise, and instead of properly coming to a hault, he barreled over the stack of books, his torso flopping over them with enough force to send him tumbling over the roadblock, on to his back.

Well played, Sayaka. Well played.