Co-operation means...what? (Lukas)
Mar 8, 2012 5:12:18 GMT -5
Post by Katurian Arsov on Mar 8, 2012 5:12:18 GMT -5
It was safe to say that Katurian was not having a good day.
A morning full of pointless instruction. Lessons where he didn’t understand a word being said to him, and where he was expected to contribute. Kat knew that he wasn’t a clever guy – the teachers seemed to be deriving a lot of fun from making him look even more stupid than he was, and he had actually walked out of history class, earlier. He’d been called up on it, but just said that he needed to use the bathroom. Nod, shake your head, smile, frown…everyone kept telling him things he had no use for, and he was getting thoroughly fed up of being surrounded by people all the time. At home, he had been left alone. At home, he hadn’t been encouraged to make friends.
And they were so soft here. If he’d behaved as badly as he had today when he’d been at Odarennyi, at the very least he would be doing laps of the school by now. But nobody seemed to care what he did at Hammel – and if they didn’t care, he didn’t care either. If they were going to be soft on him, he would see how far he could push them.
Now it was time for the real fun. Two English classes were being placed together, so that the younger and older students would work together in pairs on a project. Kat had gathered this much from the girl he sat next to, who had been willing to explain the idea to him in words of one syllable. Everyone was given a time and a place to get together outside of class hours, and work on their project.
Kat had hoped that they would just forget about him – no such luck. He’d been informed that he would meet his partner in Classroom 7, and that he was looking out for a guy called Lukas. He had considered just not turning up, but Thornton had all but walked him here from a training session, threatening dire consequences if he didn’t do what he was told. And as Thornton was the only member of staff Kat had any genuine fear of, he had decided to do what he was told.
The only time students were paired outside of lessons in Odarennyi was for sparring. Kat wasn’t quite sure he knew what was going on, here, and he didn’t appreciate being alone in an empty classroom with someone older (and presumably bigger) than he was. Too warm anyway, he’d made sure to open one of the windows which ran along the wall of the room – that way he had two guaranteed exits, just in case he needed them. He sat at a desk with his hands in his pockets, one foot tapping restlessly against the leg of the table. Grey eyes were fixed warily on the door.
Was this some kind of joke? A trick? Nobody was here yet, and it was five minutes past the time he had been given. Nervous and fed up, Kat reached for his bag.
A morning full of pointless instruction. Lessons where he didn’t understand a word being said to him, and where he was expected to contribute. Kat knew that he wasn’t a clever guy – the teachers seemed to be deriving a lot of fun from making him look even more stupid than he was, and he had actually walked out of history class, earlier. He’d been called up on it, but just said that he needed to use the bathroom. Nod, shake your head, smile, frown…everyone kept telling him things he had no use for, and he was getting thoroughly fed up of being surrounded by people all the time. At home, he had been left alone. At home, he hadn’t been encouraged to make friends.
And they were so soft here. If he’d behaved as badly as he had today when he’d been at Odarennyi, at the very least he would be doing laps of the school by now. But nobody seemed to care what he did at Hammel – and if they didn’t care, he didn’t care either. If they were going to be soft on him, he would see how far he could push them.
Now it was time for the real fun. Two English classes were being placed together, so that the younger and older students would work together in pairs on a project. Kat had gathered this much from the girl he sat next to, who had been willing to explain the idea to him in words of one syllable. Everyone was given a time and a place to get together outside of class hours, and work on their project.
Kat had hoped that they would just forget about him – no such luck. He’d been informed that he would meet his partner in Classroom 7, and that he was looking out for a guy called Lukas. He had considered just not turning up, but Thornton had all but walked him here from a training session, threatening dire consequences if he didn’t do what he was told. And as Thornton was the only member of staff Kat had any genuine fear of, he had decided to do what he was told.
The only time students were paired outside of lessons in Odarennyi was for sparring. Kat wasn’t quite sure he knew what was going on, here, and he didn’t appreciate being alone in an empty classroom with someone older (and presumably bigger) than he was. Too warm anyway, he’d made sure to open one of the windows which ran along the wall of the room – that way he had two guaranteed exits, just in case he needed them. He sat at a desk with his hands in his pockets, one foot tapping restlessly against the leg of the table. Grey eyes were fixed warily on the door.
Was this some kind of joke? A trick? Nobody was here yet, and it was five minutes past the time he had been given. Nervous and fed up, Kat reached for his bag.
