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 Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2016 7:14 am
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Polair was minding her own business in Civisect's Schoolfeeding Institution, checking out audio books about Alternian Philosophical Issues, when she was called upon by the school's staff to know if she was available for a task. There was a student who was failing out of their academic studies, and since they had fins the school board found it hard to kick them out, the staff's words. Of course if it would've been the Schoolfeeding Institution located in the sea, they would've done it ages ago. Then again, something in their tone made it seem they weren't sure if they were indeed a seadweller. She didn't care much though, everyone needed help at some point of their life.
So Polair accepted the job, telling them if they didn't learn by her ways of teaching, then they were probably off without her help. She set their first learning session at one of the study blocks she had reserved for them and hoped the child would be responsible enough to arrive on time. She thought about how she'd teach them and what exactly. She just knew too much, in her opinion! In the meantime, she kept identifying words in braille, which was something she needed to learn, as she waited.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2017 8:07 pm
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Responsibility was not usually a word that applied to Fletch. Whilst he was on time, that was more to do with excitement about meeting someone who’d be obligated to talk to him rather than anything to do with being responsible. And it was absolutely not anything to do with wanting to learn academics. Fletch was notoriously terrible at that. Like. Really, really terrible. It just wasn’t the way his mind was wired, and combine that with an attention span of some kind of small insect (and not the troll kind!) and repeated negative feedback and yeaaaah. Fletch did. Not. like.
But maybe, toothdad had said, the tutor would help. And Fletch might not have trusted his schoolfeeder, but he did trust his lusus. So he was being ...gasp…. Responsible. Well at least semi-responsible. Okay not really. Said lusus was keeping a stern eye on his young charge as they paced down the hall together, the little ottershark almost loping to keep up with his wriggler. Fletch might have agreed to come, but he still wasn’t entirely happy about it. But then he was? But he wasn’t. He was having mixed feelings about it, anyway.
Still, he rapped on the door politely enough, even if his entrance was otherwise a little lackadaisal. |
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