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Posted by Jameson Harris on Jul 16, 2012 15:49:36 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 24, 2013 19:42:00 GMT -6
Mutant lessons.
Jameson wrinkled his nose a bit at the idea as he hitched his backpack a little higher up on his shoulder.
Riding the bus to mutant lessons. Mike had thought it was hilarious, like Jameson should have been driving a sports car or riding a giant moose or something ridiculous. Then again, Mike thought everything was hilarious.
The brochure was in his hand, and Jameson rolled his eyes at the thing. His parents thought it would be helpful...something to stop the jerks at school from finding opportunities to scare him out of his skin. It only lasted a few moments these days, and the other kids thought it was more cool than anything, but still...it was a pain to wake up with your face in your mashed potatoes twice a week.
Leaning his head back slightly, the 17 year old sighed. He'd never been to the Mansion, and had always been vehement that he stay in normal school. Was this a step towards his parents pushing him in this direction? Probably not, considering the fact that he was entering his Senior Year, but the place was still disconcerting. A school full of mutants. A school full of people like him.
Again, Jameson made a face, this time at the notion of needing a distinction there. Were they like him?
The bus stopped, and the boy climbed down the stairs and made his way up the drive. He was supposed to make his way to the main gate and buzz his way in. There was still time to turn and ditch the whole thing, but Jameson sighed, his parents had already written the check for the lessons. It couldn't hurt to try.
Reaching out, Jameson poked the button on the call box. "Um, hello. I'm here for control lessons."
Jameson nodded at Amelia's explanation, separating the desirable from the undesirable huh? It would be a good one to know, and to use....maybe even in that science paper. Technical people liked fancy words, especially if they were used correctly.
She brought up the point he'd made to himself earlier about teaching being the best way to learn something and again he nodded his head. Brownie points for it having really been a thing.
They'd have to compare schedules? "Sounds like a plan" he said with a grin, standing up and dusting off his pants. Jameson had just caught sight of his watch, and as it turned out he'd used up all his time.
"I promised my parents I'd be home in time for dinner, and it's getting to be that time." He said with a shrug, unashamed to admit that he still did things like that even though he was about to be a senior in high school. He bent to pick up his back and sling it over his shoulder, book clasped in his hand.
"I'll catch you later Amelia, maybe at school." He said smoothly. They didn't have any classes together, but now that he knew who she was, Jameson had a feeling he'd be seeing a lot more of this girl.
"Sweet. We'll have to compare schedules." Jameson said, "I've heard the senior project is brutal." That was the God's honest truth too, and despite what he'd said, the teen had a feeling he'd need all the help he could get when the time came to put that whole thing together. "And yeah, they're cool...easy way to remember the word as well." Dang, maybe this would actually help.
Amelia was happy that she'd gotten the question right, and that was encouragement enough for Jameson to continue. "I think you misled me." He said playfully as he scouted out the next problem. "Have you seen these questions before?"
"Number Three: A discerning publishing agent can ------- promising material from a mass of submissions, separating the good from the bad. (A) supplant (B) dramatize (C) finagle (D) winnow (E) overhaul"
He paused for a moment while she thought over the answers and made a ticking noise with his tongue like a clock. "Will she go 3 for 3?"
"Hmmm." Jameson said, raising an eyebrow as he studied his study buddy.
"What science class are you taking next year?" he asked, moving away from the question at hand. Amelia, as it happened, was correct with her guess, but it was just too much fun to withhold information at times like this. Besides, if she was a perfectionist then she was probably taking AP Bio too...and there were only a couple of teachers.
"You were right by the way." He added as an afterthought and another grin.
Jameson just shrugged and leaned back against the tree, trying to remember what it was that his mom had said about AP Biology.
"Dual Credit classes look good on a transcript." He said slyly, now trying to remember his dad's advice about girls. What was with her quirky eyebrow too...and those pretty eyes? Man, all this was a lot on top of the questions.
Oh crap! He was staring while he was supposed to be asking questions, he cleared his throat and opened the book again.
"Right! Question two! There is no doubt that Larry is a genuine ------- : he excels at telling stories that fascinate his listeners. Is he a: (A) braggart (B) dilettante (C) pilferer (D) prevaricator (E) raconteur"
Man. If she got this one...he was really going to be impressed.
"Mmhm" Jameson said when she got the answer right....because there wasn't room to say anything else. There were answers in there somewhere, but they were out of order, and Jameson had to sort everything out in his mind before he could respond to any of it.
Running a hand through the front of his hair, he nodded. "Pretty name." was all he said in response to her name, adopting an offended demeanor that she didn't remember his name. "Like I said before, I'm Jameson."
"...and I never said I hate science. I was just commenting on the fact that a test that was only over one subject wouldn't do a very good job seeing who was well rounded."
He paused to let that sink in.
"In fact. I'm taking AP Bio next year." This was true...but until this moment, Jameson had done nothing but complain about his mother's insistence that he take the class.
The smirk was back now, and Jameson opened the book once more "Now stop stalling, ready for question two?"
Jameson couldn't help but smile at the look on the girl's face. At least he wasn't going to be the only one kicked out of life. It was nice to have company.
Why couldn't it all just be science? "Because they want someone to do well?" Jameson said with a mildly incredulous look on his face.
It faded back into the lop-sided smirk that had been there before when something occurred to the teen and he closed the book, using his finger to hold the place. "Let's try an easier one first then."
Cool. She was okay with him quizzing her. It was his way of compromising between what he knew he should be doing, and what he wanted to be doing. On one hand, he wasn't reading his book, on the other....hadn't someone said sometime that the best way to learn something was to teach it?
Vocab was easy enough to do in a group setting, so Jameson flipped through the book until he found the questions in that section.
"Alright. Here we go." He said, taking a deep breath.
" Because King Philip's desire to make Spain the dominant power in sixteenth-century Europe ran counter to Queen Elizabeth's insistence on autonomy for England, ------- was -------." He paused for a second to let all that nonsense sink in, then gave the possible answers.
My God, that was all a mouthful....honestly, he was a little horrified. He was going to fail the SAT and get kicked out of life.
Perfectionist huh? Jameson looked at her and nodded his head, "I can see that." He said with a grin. "There's also nothing wrong with that. Apparently being self-sufficient now means you'll be some kind of rock star in the real world." If nothing else it meant she'd be better than half the spoiled brats they went to school with. And dammmit...now he felt guilty. She was a perfectionist, and he was using her to procrastinate.
"Well...maybe you shouldn't be procrastinating then." He said, reaching out for the book she'd set down. "I could ask you some of the questions."
She set the book down, and Jameson did a little happy dance in his head. Distraction. Engage. She was procrastinating on studying? Perfect. They could procrastinate together.
Also. "Beacon? No wonder you look familiar. I go there too. Finished with your Performance Item for science yet?" He asked. He'd doubled up this year and the last so he could only take one science his senior year. Not his thing, but he'd done alright so far.
"I wrapped mine up about a week ago. Just been putting finishing touches on." He paused and looked at the book with venom. "Now if the SAT would just fall in a hole and die, I'd be golden."
Damn. Her book was bigger. Jameson whistled low and shook his head. She'd said he was familiar too and Jameson looked at her again, a little more intently. "Where do you go to school?" he asked, almost sure that was it. There were lots of girls at his school, and a fair number of them were attractive.
"Wherever it is, it looks like they're at least as evil as where I go." He smiled.
"At least we're in the same boat..." he said, looking wistfully towards the lake, "Just too bad it's not one of those, huh?"
"S'alright. No harm, no foul." Jameson said with a smile, scooting a little to the side so he could see her better. Yeah, she was definitely familiar. She was cute too. Maybe today wasn't a total bust. She didn't say much, and a slight smirk worked its way across his features.
"I'm Jameson." He said. "But I think I might already know you. You're familiar"
The bag dropped and Jameson jumped. Thankfully though, he managed to stay in his skin and avoid messing up the white polo he was wearing. By this point, his mom was used to random stains, but Jameson tried to help out where he could. Still, this meant he had company, and company was another excuse to put off studying!
Peeking around the side of the tree, fully planning on taking advantage of whatever he found to provide at least another quarter-hour of distraction, he was pleased to find a girl. A girl about his age that looked familiar.
"Hey." He said, hefting his book in a wave of greeting. "Looks like you're still in school too."
The boat banked hard to the left, sending off a spray of water as it turned. Moving in the opposite direction now it gained speed, hopping the wakes of the other boats on the broad expanse of water. The sun was shining, throwing bright sparkles off the surface where it wasn't broken by white caps.
It was a gorgeous day, perfect for driving a boat, even if it was from the shore. Even if the boat was remote controlled.
Man. Jameson missed being a kid.
They were everywhere in Central Park, standing on the shores, eating ice cream, and just having an awesome time. Because it was summer, and they were kids. They weren’t almost-adults who had to deal with things like end-of-year projects that were assessed in June and SAT scores that would determine the course of the rest of their lives.
The study book was huge...one of those monstrosities that was 'guaranteed to raise your score'. Sure. IF you read the whole thing, and did all the practice problems. It sucked. It sucked a lot, so instead he'd sat and made whistles out of grass for 15 minutes, and sat and watched the kids for another. He was running out of stall tactics though and at some point he was just going to have to study.
Flopping back against the tree he'd sat under for shade, Jameson opened the book and started trying to work through one of the math problems. The torture of the work simply had to be better than coming home and showing his parents an empty work book.
