Doreen & Adrienne
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xp_logsDoreen (shyly) approaches Adrienne about her previous grade in Math
Doreen stood outside the office for her math teacher somewhat nervously. Monkey Joe sat on her shoulder as always and rubbed his cheek against hers once, a silent lending of courage and she knocked, once, nervously. She had her text book in one hand and while she wasn’t sure exactly how well this was going to work she was going to see what she could do about her grades.
Math had been one of her worst subjects back home. It was hard to maintain concentration normally, but even more so when you had to spend time picking spitballs out of your tail or the teacher seemed to be really angry all the time for no real reason.
Adrienne hadn't been expecting anyone, and the knock piqued her interest. Her door hadn't been closed completely- she didn't like hiding behind it- so she leaned around her desk and raised an eyebrow when she spotted the new girl's rather large tail. "Come in," she called out invitingly, trying to keep the curiosity out of her voice as she raked her mind for facts on the student. There weren't many- Adrienne's knowledge basically consisted of 'geometry, no concentration, rather large tail, transcripts are abysmal, previous instructors were possibly fuckwits.' She gestured the girl into the room but said nothing further, expecting that the girl's purpose in coming would be stated shortly.
Doreen smiled as she walked in, doing the best she could to stay cheery. “Um, hi,” she said simply, taking a seat, “I hope I’m not bothering you at all.”
Remembering that this was a student, Adrienne bit back the reply that threatened. If she didn't want to be bothered, she would have gone to her suite, rather than sitting in her office with the door open. But it was a polite phrase, so she couldn't fault the girl. "Not at all." She nearly asked what she could do for Doreen to get their encounter moving, but went for small-talk instead. "How are you settling in around here?"
“I like it so far, a lot,” Doreen said honestly, “I didn’t think I would at first and I didn’t want to come because I’ve never been to a boarding school, you know?” she started, trying to keep her focus on the task at hand. Monkey Joe was looking curiously around the office.
"Boarding schools can be frightening," Adrienne answered with an emphatic nod, remembering hers- although she'd been a day student, not a boarder. "But I'm sure you've come to realize that this school is unique in almost every way." She kept a wary eye on the squirrel as she waited for Doreen to come to her point.
“Yeah, it’s different, but a good kind of different, you know?” Doreen said, working up her courage. “Anyway… um…” what was the best way to say this? “My grade coming in really wasn’t that good and I was wondering if… uh… maybe there was something I could do about that?”
Adrienne played with her lighter under the table as she thought. "You could concentrate more," she answered, but then smiled at Doreen. "If only it were really that easy, yes?" Too bad life didn't work like that. "There is nothing you can do about your past grades," she pointed out. "What your grades have been in the past matters little here," she amended. "You have trouble concentrating. You were in a school where your mutation made you an outcast. Things are different for you now, and it will take time before it becomes apparent whether your difficulties were on account of your environment or whether your concentration issues are more personal. If this is the case, there are different methods we can try to ensure that your grades improve, as long as you are willing to improve them, which I can see that you are."
“So, the old grades aren’t carrying over?” Doreen asked hopefully. She could concentrate. Or she could try to, she was sure. It would be hard, but if that was what it took to at least get through math with a C she could do it. “Not at all?”
Sifting through a pile of papers on her desk to look busy, Adrienne kept Doreen in suspense for a few moments. "I would rather judge your proficiency in math based on the assessment test you wrote when you first arrived here."
“Really?” Doreen asked, every part of her perking up, even her tail.
"Yes, really," Adrienne answered in an emotionless tone.
“Oh, thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!” Doreen said jumping up.
Doreen stood outside the office for her math teacher somewhat nervously. Monkey Joe sat on her shoulder as always and rubbed his cheek against hers once, a silent lending of courage and she knocked, once, nervously. She had her text book in one hand and while she wasn’t sure exactly how well this was going to work she was going to see what she could do about her grades.
Math had been one of her worst subjects back home. It was hard to maintain concentration normally, but even more so when you had to spend time picking spitballs out of your tail or the teacher seemed to be really angry all the time for no real reason.
Adrienne hadn't been expecting anyone, and the knock piqued her interest. Her door hadn't been closed completely- she didn't like hiding behind it- so she leaned around her desk and raised an eyebrow when she spotted the new girl's rather large tail. "Come in," she called out invitingly, trying to keep the curiosity out of her voice as she raked her mind for facts on the student. There weren't many- Adrienne's knowledge basically consisted of 'geometry, no concentration, rather large tail, transcripts are abysmal, previous instructors were possibly fuckwits.' She gestured the girl into the room but said nothing further, expecting that the girl's purpose in coming would be stated shortly.
Doreen smiled as she walked in, doing the best she could to stay cheery. “Um, hi,” she said simply, taking a seat, “I hope I’m not bothering you at all.”
Remembering that this was a student, Adrienne bit back the reply that threatened. If she didn't want to be bothered, she would have gone to her suite, rather than sitting in her office with the door open. But it was a polite phrase, so she couldn't fault the girl. "Not at all." She nearly asked what she could do for Doreen to get their encounter moving, but went for small-talk instead. "How are you settling in around here?"
“I like it so far, a lot,” Doreen said honestly, “I didn’t think I would at first and I didn’t want to come because I’ve never been to a boarding school, you know?” she started, trying to keep her focus on the task at hand. Monkey Joe was looking curiously around the office.
"Boarding schools can be frightening," Adrienne answered with an emphatic nod, remembering hers- although she'd been a day student, not a boarder. "But I'm sure you've come to realize that this school is unique in almost every way." She kept a wary eye on the squirrel as she waited for Doreen to come to her point.
“Yeah, it’s different, but a good kind of different, you know?” Doreen said, working up her courage. “Anyway… um…” what was the best way to say this? “My grade coming in really wasn’t that good and I was wondering if… uh… maybe there was something I could do about that?”
Adrienne played with her lighter under the table as she thought. "You could concentrate more," she answered, but then smiled at Doreen. "If only it were really that easy, yes?" Too bad life didn't work like that. "There is nothing you can do about your past grades," she pointed out. "What your grades have been in the past matters little here," she amended. "You have trouble concentrating. You were in a school where your mutation made you an outcast. Things are different for you now, and it will take time before it becomes apparent whether your difficulties were on account of your environment or whether your concentration issues are more personal. If this is the case, there are different methods we can try to ensure that your grades improve, as long as you are willing to improve them, which I can see that you are."
“So, the old grades aren’t carrying over?” Doreen asked hopefully. She could concentrate. Or she could try to, she was sure. It would be hard, but if that was what it took to at least get through math with a C she could do it. “Not at all?”
Sifting through a pile of papers on her desk to look busy, Adrienne kept Doreen in suspense for a few moments. "I would rather judge your proficiency in math based on the assessment test you wrote when you first arrived here."
“Really?” Doreen asked, every part of her perking up, even her tail.
"Yes, really," Adrienne answered in an emotionless tone.
“Oh, thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!” Doreen said jumping up.
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