Who called the Cavalry (__sarenaty__) wrote in age_of_miracles, @ 2008-03-03 21:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | remedy, sarena |
Thread: Ren & Remedy
Who: Sarena Alexander and Elvyran Adelaide
When: March 3rd evening
Where: Library, Xavier Institute
What: Ren's not so good with homework. Ran is going to help with that.
Numbers were okay. She could do numbers. It was the addition of letters that made things undecipherable. Not that she was the least bit bothered by the whole thing with Arla, if she was in a pissy mood and couldn't take a joke so was giving out detention, then Ren would take it and keep right on going. she'd told the truth, she needed the extra time to study. History with Professor Monroe was great. Everything else, she was lucky if she made it out of there alive. Between Arla for Math and Dr. McCoy for Science, she was lucky if she was passing. Not to mention Blevins for English. It was enough to make her want to quit. Being reminded she was in classes were some of the kids were half her age didn't help anything. Staring down the barrel of the big 20 and she wasn't even considered a freshman in high school yet. There were days. Oh, there were days when she was tempted to just throw in the towel and go find something else, anything else. Those were the days when she reminded herself of what it felt like to play on street corners and in the subway for change to pay bills. When she remembered what it meant to have to choose between having heat and light versus having decent food. That was why she stuck around because it had been worse. When Mai was alive, it had been a lot worse than some stuff that look like a foreign language written on the page. Although, she had it pretty good in French, which was a wonderful thing. Spending so much time with French speakers or in Remy's case, almost French speakers, made that a whole hell of a lot easier. Either way, Ran was probably going to come down in sec, so she pulled out the homework she'd been dreading actually even looking at. The stuff she was going to spend the next day in detention probably doing. Like Arla as much as she did, she hated the woman's homework. She hated math. She could count money. That was all that was really required in the life she'd dealt with before, so that skill was well developed. But Algebra wasn't about counting dollars and cents, it was about equations with x and y in them that translated to absolutely nothing that Ren saw out in the real world and thus tended to take for granted. Probably why she was barely getting by. Oddly enough, this reminded her of throwing a book at Professor Frost her first month of being there. It hadn't been intentional. Not that she wouldn't do it again, intentionally. Or maybe she wouldn't. It wouldn't be worth the headache. Looking up, she waited, there was one good thing about being able to sense a person coming. |