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Inside, the air smells of old paper, rain, and toast.

The students—diverse in species, united in confusion—wear blazers the color of mallard heads: deep iridescent green for seniors, muddy brown for juniors, and for the freshmen, a pale, fuzzy yellow that fades to white by the second week. Their motto, stitched inside every lapel, reads: STAY WEIRD. STAY TOGETHER. quaack prep

The ducks look at the students. The students look at the ducks. And for a moment, neither knows who’s weirder. Inside, the air smells of old paper, rain, and toast

The first thing you notice about Quaack Prep is the door. It’s not a big, intimidating gate like the other academies have. It’s a small, arched wooden door, painted a soft, pond-scum green, with a brass duck-shaped knocker. Above it, carved in curly letters: ENTER AS STRANGE, LEAVE AS FLOCK. STAY TOGETHER

The cafeteria serves only soup. But every soup—minestrone, tomato, mushroom, miso—has a single, perfect hard-boiled egg floating in it. Tradition. No one remembers why. No one questions it.

There’s a hidden pond behind the library. Students go there when the pressure of constant quirkiness gets too heavy. They sit in silence, feet dangling over the water, and watch the real ducks paddle by—ducks who never had to apply, never had to write a personal essay about a time they felt like an odd duck, never had to memorize the five stages of flock formation (Denial, Splashing, Synchronization, The Long Pause, Grace).

Professor Waddleton teaches Advanced Redirect. Not redirection— Redirect . The art of making someone forget what they were angry about by leading them, gently, toward a breadcrumb of a better idea. “Don’t argue,” he says, adjusting his spectacles with a webbed foot. “Drift.”