When Lydia drops down into the old seat of her beaten up vehicle, she practically sinks into the worn out fabric. Still, this car is her baby, the first big purchase she had made after saving up money from work, and she will not abandon it until the thing is crashed into a ditch on the side of the wall with absolutely zero chance of revival. That is why she patiently starts the engine four times before it revs to life, so that she can drive out of the parking lot and onto the road, content with a full tank of gas and the fact that she will probably be dealing with some fairly interesting people in just a bit of time. High schoolers have the tendency to be rather fascinating, with all the hormonal drama and such going on- she knows this because she was certainly not the most tame teenager, though those years were no more than two ago. Remembering the first time that she ever shoplifted to ease boredom, or humiliated a teacher, Lydia sighs fondly at the memories. Of course, she corrects herself within several seconds, knowing that thinking fondly on these things will not be looked very well upon when she is supposed to be trying to help a group of teenagers come together and 'bridge the social gap' or something like that. She has already read the files on all of the students, and certainly looks forward to analyzing each of them. The young woman will possibly not be very well liked among them, though, because she does come off as slightly brutal in both her honesty and her belief that sometimes people just need a good kick in the teeth before they can prepare to evolve. She certainly had, though not to say she abandoned her old self. She simply stopped hating so much, and stopped making excuses. Back then, she had been the sort to blame others for everything that was wrong with her life. Now she has no pity for those who do such a thing.
After a twenty minute drive to the tune of the Mountain Goats, Lydia parks at the high school and steps out into the parking lot, not really bothering to look around before making her way to the door. The young woman walks quickly and thinks quickly- she does a lot of things quickly, the sort who doesn't normally like to wait for others.