Monday Morning at Hill Center

The red screen looms up ahead. The lights in the lecture hall are dim, and an eerie red glow emanates from the front of the room, splashing light upon the sparse faces in the seats above. A silver haired Merlin with a tremendous pot-belly, standing at the front of the class, calls out in a booming voice, "Welcome space cadets!" The mix of sleepy and indifferent reactions from the students does nothing to deter Merlin from his lesson plan, as he eloquently orates on the various sizes of craters, the orbiters, and maps that he imposes on the red backdrop. He continues his lesson until the rustling sound of papers and the stirring of young scholars lets him know that his time is almost up. He turns around and beams a tremendous smile as students file out of the room, eagerly awaiting their next journey to Mars: The Next frontier!