The first year all they did was make her sweep the floors.
“This is bullshit,” she said.
Erica just smiled at her gently and made her sweep the floors.
“Don’t you know who I am?”
“Yes, of course,” said Erica. “Do you know who I am?”
“No, why should I? You’re nobody.”
“Then I’m ahead of you. Go sweep the floors.”

After six months she stopped even noticing the sweeping.

The second year they send her to classes.
Some classes she liked, some she didn’t.
Some were too easy, some too hard.
She wanted to go faster, as fast as possible.
Janet just smiled at her gently and sent her back to class.
“This is bullshit,” she muttered, and went to sweep the floors.

The third year she realized there were other students.
Thinking about it afterward they’d always been there, but no one had talked to her, so she hadn’t talked to anyone.
Still… she went to talk to Rachel.
“Cosi cosa,” said Rachel, which was catchy, but not very helpful.
“Hrm,” she said.