- Jun 5, 2016
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Being recruited to join the National Honors Society is one of the highest honors. It is not only a mark of intelligence, but of perseverance and dignity. Those who wear the badge of the Society proudly declare themselves dedicated leaders, intellectual scholars, and responsible role models. Personally invited to join, Elias was one of the dignified members of the Society. He considered it one of his greatest accomplishments. He regularly attended meetings and participated in service projects. Though required to maintain status, he enjoyed dedicating his time to all of their activities. Well, most of their activities.
Another responsibility of the Honors Society is to offer tutoring. Agreeing to be a part of the Honors Society means you agree to provide tutoring. That means privately meeting a total stranger and attempting to communicate the explanation of some school subject. Sitting at a silent table, the tutor peering over books and the tutored peering over him, watching, judging. Just the thought of it made Elias's heart bolt out of his chest. He avoided that one requisite, and could usually pass on the job to someone else if need be, but it didn't always work.
"You've been lax in your duties, Elias," the upperclassman said.
"I really haven't, it's only the tutoring, really, and I really don't see the problem..." Elias rambled.
"In the library this weekend. You're going."
Thus (begrudgingly) began the affair.
Elias arrived early to the Library. There, the Society had taken the liberty of setting up a private study room for convenience. It was set apart from the rest of the Library, enchanted with a noise-reduction spell so he and his “student” could talk freely. The room could have been a separate library in itself. Shelves of dark wood lined the walls, filled with all sorts of poetry, novels, biographies, and more. They reached all the way up to the ceiling, which was at least two stories tall. Extendable rolling ladders provided access to the highest of books. The long table in the center of the room was surrounded by matching chairs. The cushions and floor were red like a sweet velvet, complementing the dark tones of the room.
Elias laid his books out neatly on the table. While he was waiting, he took comfort in the eerie quiet of the Library. It always elicited a strange sense of nostalgia in him, thumbing through the delicate yellowed pages and smelling the musty scent of old books. There was a certain intimacy to it, as if each book contained years of experience and wisdom. Slipping a book into his hands, his fingers glided over the leathery cover before easing it open and bringing it to his nose.
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Another responsibility of the Honors Society is to offer tutoring. Agreeing to be a part of the Honors Society means you agree to provide tutoring. That means privately meeting a total stranger and attempting to communicate the explanation of some school subject. Sitting at a silent table, the tutor peering over books and the tutored peering over him, watching, judging. Just the thought of it made Elias's heart bolt out of his chest. He avoided that one requisite, and could usually pass on the job to someone else if need be, but it didn't always work.
"You've been lax in your duties, Elias," the upperclassman said.
"I really haven't, it's only the tutoring, really, and I really don't see the problem..." Elias rambled.
"In the library this weekend. You're going."
Thus (begrudgingly) began the affair.
Elias arrived early to the Library. There, the Society had taken the liberty of setting up a private study room for convenience. It was set apart from the rest of the Library, enchanted with a noise-reduction spell so he and his “student” could talk freely. The room could have been a separate library in itself. Shelves of dark wood lined the walls, filled with all sorts of poetry, novels, biographies, and more. They reached all the way up to the ceiling, which was at least two stories tall. Extendable rolling ladders provided access to the highest of books. The long table in the center of the room was surrounded by matching chairs. The cushions and floor were red like a sweet velvet, complementing the dark tones of the room.
Elias laid his books out neatly on the table. While he was waiting, he took comfort in the eerie quiet of the Library. It always elicited a strange sense of nostalgia in him, thumbing through the delicate yellowed pages and smelling the musty scent of old books. There was a certain intimacy to it, as if each book contained years of experience and wisdom. Slipping a book into his hands, his fingers glided over the leathery cover before easing it open and bringing it to his nose.
@kahlen369