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An AP class. More work, at first glance. Maybe a dedicated project or two.
Didn't books respond better that people?
Clutching the paper that announced the class she was suggested to take - some sort of mathematics class. As much as she loved science, she would have to pass on this class - until she'd spotted the course's requirements.
It was AP.
And then she thought about how far she could go, if she took this.... what was it? She checked the back - biology class. It was advanced placement, which meant it counted for a higher mark percent, and had more work she could throw herself into. She'd already finished most of the course work early in her normal science class... and work might distract her from what had happened.
The night after the ball had only made it worse. She still felt bad after the whole blowup... and the night after the ball, she'd gone over to Roland's, or he'd come over to her house... she couldn't remember. She'd had too much chocolate after he'd left - so much it even made her pale hands shake and sent her into a laughing fit.
Yes, maybe this class had been the better decision.
And so, here she was, again, to her dismay, walking down yet another empty hallway to meet yet another teacher. She hoped it was worth it.
The teacher's name was Trent. Something Trent. Or Trent Something. Mr Trent? Aswan wasn't sure. At this point, she was curious if the teachers would listen. Maybe she would call him by his first name.
Okay, maybe not. Her mind did NOT like that idea.
Her nearly transparent hand hesitated before knocking on the door.
"Excuse me. Mr Trent? I'm here to talk to you about the AP Biology class you offer."
@Kaya
Didn't books respond better that people?
Clutching the paper that announced the class she was suggested to take - some sort of mathematics class. As much as she loved science, she would have to pass on this class - until she'd spotted the course's requirements.
It was AP.
And then she thought about how far she could go, if she took this.... what was it? She checked the back - biology class. It was advanced placement, which meant it counted for a higher mark percent, and had more work she could throw herself into. She'd already finished most of the course work early in her normal science class... and work might distract her from what had happened.
The night after the ball had only made it worse. She still felt bad after the whole blowup... and the night after the ball, she'd gone over to Roland's, or he'd come over to her house... she couldn't remember. She'd had too much chocolate after he'd left - so much it even made her pale hands shake and sent her into a laughing fit.
Yes, maybe this class had been the better decision.
And so, here she was, again, to her dismay, walking down yet another empty hallway to meet yet another teacher. She hoped it was worth it.
The teacher's name was Trent. Something Trent. Or Trent Something. Mr Trent? Aswan wasn't sure. At this point, she was curious if the teachers would listen. Maybe she would call him by his first name.
Okay, maybe not. Her mind did NOT like that idea.
Her nearly transparent hand hesitated before knocking on the door.
"Excuse me. Mr Trent? I'm here to talk to you about the AP Biology class you offer."
@Kaya