Homeschooler's in High School

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Jack Torinburg, the stuck-up varsity football captain, saw Alina in the hall and liked what he saw. "Hey, babe, what's your hurry? A class? _I'm_ the classy one here! Want to study? _I'm_ the subject you need to learn!"
 
Alina, who had a major fault of prejudging people based on their levels of initial cockyness, blazed a red-hot stare towards Jack. She was used to outgoing people being very frivolous-- the kinds of people that are real friendly at first then, after finding out all about you, leave you behind in their further search for popularity.

"Uh... Sorry... I am lost actually. I am trying to find my class." She pulled her schedual out from her pocket, unfolded it, and handed it to the varsity captain. "Do you know where this room is located?"
 
Stupefied at the realization that a beautiful girl was NOT falling down to worship him, the conceited quarterback just blankly pointed. "That way, then the second left turn."

Once Alina went her way, Jack muttered to himself, "She's playing hard to get."
 
OOC: ok i am going to blend Kay and Keren's schedules...

Mine:
1. English
2. Art
3. Geometry
4. History
5. Lunch
6. Gym
7. Study Hall

so it is 6th period? bleck... complications... sorry guys... im not trying to be a pain...

In charactor:

Alina opened the metal doors that led into the gym. Seeing all of the kids that she had never seen before intimidated her. Being in a new situation where she didnt know what to do or expect frightened her nearly to death. She walked over to where the other kids were standing, being careful not to make a scene.
 
For the moment, Ferny, you need not commit yourself to saying fifth or sixth period. Just say it's Phys-Ed. If this scene provides you with good playing, you could just jump ahead from there to after-school time. This would of course hasten your next opportunity to fall down and worship the mighty quarterback! :p
 


Previously displayed in this space was a scene occurring in the senior biology class. But messages exchanged with Dayhawk about timing of classes caused us to have the trigonometry class come first. The biology scene has been moved two pages forward.
 
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Well, Dayhawk ISN'T saying what periods she imagines her two classes shared with me happen in. So I'm going to write a scene assumed to happen at WHATEVER time Kim Tisdale and Alipang Havens are in biology.
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"Can someone tell me," asked Mr. Narahito, "what the difference is between social animals and gregarious animals?" Not seeing any hands raised by students familiar to him, the biology teacher--a dogmatic believer in absolute governmental control of all education--grudgingly called on the upstart homeschooler who was raising his hand. "Mr. Havens."

Alipang stood up. "Sir, the term 'social' is most suitably applied to the 'social insects'--ants, termites, and bees. What distinguishes these types is the complete absence of individuality: a single specimen _cannot_ survive alone, they _need_ the combined contributions of the whole hive or nest. The only way they could be any more interdependent would be if they were compound organisms like sponges. Gregarious animals are creatures which have _some_ ability to fend for themselves independently, but which prefer and benefit by the close proximity of others of their kind. Many kinds of birds, like seagulls, crows and geese, are gregarious; and of course there are herbivorous mammals like deer and bison, or carnivores like lions and wolves. You could say that there is a gradual shading of meaning from social to gregarious; thus, penguins are not so bound in collective behaviors as ants are, but in the Antarctic winter they need each other for--"

"Thank you, Mr. Havens," Narahito interrupted. "I saw 'Happy Feet' too."

From a seated position, Alipang replied, "Sir, I saw 'March of the Penguins' first."
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wait didn't you see my post????
 
As sometimes happens, Post No. 449 written by you came on-screen literally only seconds before Post No. 450 written by me; thus I physically did not see yours, because my screen held my own post. But what you wrote there, and my scene in biology, don't contradict each other. I leave it to you to say which class Alipang and Kim were in first, bio or trig. Whichever you put later, I suggest action proceeding from that.
 
Okay, in Trigonometry class--

Alipang, reaching this room ahead of Kim, had happened to choose a front desk also. It was by no design of his that she ended up immediately on his right; and he refused to be so dorky-stupid as to let himself imagine that she wanted to be near him. Still, she WAS there--which let him see that she was not concentrating. So, struggling against his weakness in writing, he strove to take notes which would be both legible and useful to Kim, in the remote event that he found the opportunity and boldness to offer them to her.

From there, without failing to take in Mr. Burrell's information, a corner of his mind imagined what else he might be able to speak about with her, if she gave him the opening by accepting his notes to use. He could legitimately ask her if her mother had decided on the best way to pick up the planned weekly food gifts...but no, that would be too much like fishing for compliments. He could ask her about her faith...but he wasn't sure that this might not get him in trouble in a public school.

It was a hard thing being a decent boy. Judging from everything Alipang heard and saw, worthless bums and exploiters had girls hanging on them like tags on shirts at a store; but how could HE ever even get started? It was piercingly painful to be grimly certain that he had NO chance at all with Kim...and yet to be unable to stop wishing she would at least show a desire to TALK with him.

Irrationally, he imagined every senior boy in this room secretly laughing at his expense--laughing at him for daring, even theoretically, to desire the most knockout-gorgeous girl in this or any high school.

Still, there WERE his notes. It shouldn't be THAT hard, should it, when class let out, to say something to her which could lead up to an offer to let her use his notes?

 
(ooc do you have a pic of Alipang? lol im curious)


Kim's notes were as always chicken sctrach with random side notes and hafl dran people or completly dran people/fairies. The ADHD really knocked one good with this kid. It wasn't until Mr. Burrel called out a student for talking and taking him out side to talk to him, did Kim realize who sat next to her.

"Oh hey Al," she said, "aren't you a sophmore? What are you doing in here?"
 
Alipang's eyes, trained to take in every move of an opponent in a fight, managed now to (1) feast on Kim's loveliness, which her speaking to him gave him permission to look at; (2) keep watch for Mr. Burrell's return; and (3) notice the condition of HER notes, far LESS orderly than his.

He answered her without wasting an instant: "Did well enough in homeschool math, I could proficiency into trig." Suddenly, but neatly, he tore out of his notebook the two pages he had filled so far with trigonometry notes, and placed them on top of Kim's open notebook before Mr. Burrell returned. "Please let me do this for you," he concluded awkwardly; then he turned his gaze straight ahead once more, feeling like a stupid geek.
 
"Ha ha," she laughed a little, "my hand writing that bad?" Then she shrugged, "Thanks I owe you one."


(ooc well???)
 
As he had been unable to conceal his feelings of attraction for Kim in the first place, now Alipang was unable to conceal his jubilation at the fact that she had _allowed_ him to do her a service...and that she had _thanked_ him for it!!!!!! Fortunately, Mr. Burrell had not announced any rule against looking happy.

The food-aid arrangement for the Tisdale family was not anything Alipang could take any credit for; it was really the Imadas who were giving of _their_ resources in that case. But now, only two days into their acquaintance, it had been granted to Alipang to give Kim something which was _his_ to give to her. The trig notes might as well go to her; his young heart already had.
 
Mr. Burrel returned to the room and ended the lesson early, which meant they had fifteen whole minutes to do whatever they wanted, granted it was kept quiet and no loud talking.

"So Al what kind of music you listen to?" Kim randomly asked, she was known for that, as well as off the wall topics.
 
What Alipang never wanted to be in Kim's presence was pathetic. What he now WAS--what he could not HELP being as he scrambled at the chance to talk with his adored one--was pathetic.

"I, um, if you mean--I like to--well, there are Filipino artists, uh, kind of like Hispanic music, that Mr. Imada gave me CD's of. And I--there's lots of American singers, especially, especially Christian artists like, um, Phil Keaggy, and of course lots of, of, of newer ones like The Newsboys. And my folks made sure I learned the, the classics: Bach, Mendelssohn, Handel, Franz Lizst, Richard Strauss..."

Alipang had often heard it said that being in love was a huge contradiction: horrible agony and ecstatic rapture at the same time. Now, although his intellect was strong enough still to insist to him that this could not yet be LOVE, it at least WAS the mixture of pleasure and misery of which he had heard.
 
"That's cool," she said with a nod, "sadly I cant get into alot of christian music these days...it sounds, the music that it, so happy cliche`. But Casting Crowns are good, and I've always liked Amy Grant and Michael W. Smith. Ad as far as classical music goes, the only thing I like thats close to it is FireBird by St-somethin-ski, and maybe impressionist clasical. But Im mostly into indie/alternative stuff...ever hear of Tori Amos or Nine Inch Nails? Or Pearl Jam?"

Kim kinda figured he wouldn't, and if he did, at least for Pearl Jam, she'd be shocked that he didn't mention them as something he'd listen to. Pearl Jam, usually for ppl who considered them good, was on top of their list.
 
A blind man a mile away could have read Alipang's face like a book right now: trembling with the joy of a puppy that gets petted and spoken to kindly, while trying to converse articulately.

"I like Michael Smith...used to like Amy Grant, until she dumped her husband...Casting Crowns are good--is good?--are good?--is good. Not sure WHAT impressionist classical is...Nine Inch Nails had a song in 'The Crow," Brandon Lee's movie...and Tori Amos..." Alipang gulped, as if about to cross a point of no return. "I've seen videos of Tori Amos....most of her words don't make any sense to me....but she IS beautiful...so beautiful, it almost hurts a boy's eyes to look at her....but...but...but she...Tori Amos...I mean, she isn't...she isn't...that is....Tori Amos isn't half as pretty as YOU are."
 
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