Week Seven: Tuesday
Who: Serghei and open
Where: Halcyon Main Hall
When: Late afternoon
What: Serghei say hello
Serghei wasn't much for casual dress. What he was wearing underneath his clothes was often more interesting than what went over them. Navy track pants and a loose-fitting muscle tank. His shoulders and arms bulged underneath the fabric and drew more than a few curious stares. His tattooed head and sincere expression only made him easier to identify as a new face at Halcyon.
He'd wandered out of Terrene House and was staring at a large map of the school, tracing certain landmarks with his fingers as he made out the words. Many of them were rather specific verbiage that he was unfamiliar with. Cafeteria, for example. After five minutes he had concluded it had to be like a café of sorts. A small café? English made very little sense. He knew he should have worked harder to learn how to read and write the language, but it wasn't like he could do either in arabic any better.
The people at the school weren't like the ones he knew, local boys and girls living in the same cities that their parents had been born in. He was usually the foreigner. In larger cities the strange ones were from surrounding countryside. Here, though, people were from all around. Talking about places in America and Europe he did not know of. Serghei's world had expanded dramatically upon his arrival and, for the moment, he wondered if he wasn't too behind to ever catch up.
It didn't bother him that much, not knowing hadn't bothered him in an extreme way before. Most people wished they were better educated, or so he thought. "main-ten-nancey" he murmured to himself, tracing his finger across the unfamiliar word. Part of his issues with reading came from his self-consciousness. Serghei still moved his lips and mumbled what he read or he had trouble understanding some of the more complicated words.
Where: Halcyon Main Hall
When: Late afternoon
What: Serghei say hello
Serghei wasn't much for casual dress. What he was wearing underneath his clothes was often more interesting than what went over them. Navy track pants and a loose-fitting muscle tank. His shoulders and arms bulged underneath the fabric and drew more than a few curious stares. His tattooed head and sincere expression only made him easier to identify as a new face at Halcyon.
He'd wandered out of Terrene House and was staring at a large map of the school, tracing certain landmarks with his fingers as he made out the words. Many of them were rather specific verbiage that he was unfamiliar with. Cafeteria, for example. After five minutes he had concluded it had to be like a café of sorts. A small café? English made very little sense. He knew he should have worked harder to learn how to read and write the language, but it wasn't like he could do either in arabic any better.
The people at the school weren't like the ones he knew, local boys and girls living in the same cities that their parents had been born in. He was usually the foreigner. In larger cities the strange ones were from surrounding countryside. Here, though, people were from all around. Talking about places in America and Europe he did not know of. Serghei's world had expanded dramatically upon his arrival and, for the moment, he wondered if he wasn't too behind to ever catch up.
It didn't bother him that much, not knowing hadn't bothered him in an extreme way before. Most people wished they were better educated, or so he thought. "main-ten-nancey" he murmured to himself, tracing his finger across the unfamiliar word. Part of his issues with reading came from his self-consciousness. Serghei still moved his lips and mumbled what he read or he had trouble understanding some of the more complicated words.