Seeing is believing
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mitochondriaayaWho: Aya, Braig, and Dilan!
When: Aya's second grade year
What: Sometimes it isn't easy following in the boys footsteps...even when she isn't!
It wasn't fair! It just wasn't! She wanted to go back and yell at her math teacher, or kick him, or something. Better, she wanted to sit down on the side walk, dig the letter out of her backpack, and tear it up!
That wouldn't help though. She had to get an adult to sign it and she didn't think she could get even Braig's parents to sign a pile of confetti. When Braig threw an arm across her shoulders she almost snapped at him but, well, it wasn't his fault! Not really.
It was just her teacher being dumb.
"What's wrong Ayay?" Dilan asked on her other side. "Why were you late coming out?"
What was wrong? What was wrong?! The teachers were dumb and thought that she was a cheater that was what! Her math teacher anyway. Ms. Clements was actually really nice and so was Mr. Alworth, but Mr. Eddins was an IDIOT. "Nothing," she grated. "Teacher wanted to talk to me, that's all."
"About what?" Braig asked, steering her around a crack in the sidewalk as a matter of course.
"Homework."
"And?" he prompted. Getting Aya to spill sometimes was like pulling teeth! If they didn't get her talking now she'd stew all night!
"It can't be that bad can it Ayay?!" Dilan wrapped his hand in hers and looked at her a touch anxiously. "You're not failing anything right?"
"What?! No! Of course I'm not failing!" Though the letter in her bag was attached to a homework assignment that had a big, red zero on it. "I don't think anyone can fail second grade!"
"Then see? It's not that bad! What did the teacher say?" Braig laughed. "Is it about the class pet? He knows you can't bring it home right?" Because hamsters around Dilan tended not to fare well. Their poor little hearts couldn't take the stress!
"We have a turtle," Aya sniffed. "I could totally take home a turtle."
Ah, a subtle subject change. Braig rolled his eyes over her head and decided to let it drop for now. "I don't know...does turtle taste like chicken?"
"No," Dilan declared cheerfully. "It tastes like turtle! More like yellow than chicken!"
Aya turned her head to blink at Dilan for a moment. Sometimes he just really threw her (she'd totally licked crayons for an hour after the first time she'd heard something like that from him!) and she couldn't decide if 'yellow' was a good taste or a bad taste in this case. "Okay, I won't bring home the turtle?"
"I wouldn't eat the class pet!" Dilan stuck his tongue out and shoved Aya into Braig gently. "You know that! And it's cold blooded! It's instincts are different, when faced with a large predator it hides in it's shell and gets very slow and calm, like sleeping!" It conserved resources if the turtle had to wait out the threat! And that meant that there would be no heart attacks!
She thought about that a moment, totally losing her scowl for several heartbeats, "So, would it be like a vacation where it got to sleep a lot?"
That made Braig laugh and ruffle her hair before he shooed both the younger kids up the steps ahead of him. "Yeah, totally. He'd be just fine if you had to take him over break or something."
"Cool! I'll have to let my teacher's know!" She grinned at the boys and kicked her shoes off at the door before dashing up the stairs.
Dilan and Braig watched her go a moment, bemused since Snack Time was usually paramount after classes, "Wash your hands!" Dilan called when she was halfway up. He had to, it was what he always said before snack! And then he always went to go help make the snacks...
"I will, be right back!" Aya promised. She...wanted to get that letter into her room so she could just think about it a bit before showing it to Elcy and Yinsi. There had to be way to just take care of it right? And she'd thought the teacher had been really mean too. It made her angry all over again to remember it.
"Do you know why I wrote a zero on your homework Aya?"
"No sir."
"I make the questions at the end very hard to see how far everyone has come in class. I don't appreciate you getting Braig and Dilan to do your homework for you, you don't learn that way."
"But I didn't!"
"No buts, Aya. Here's a letter for Elcy and Yinsi, I expect them to sign it, is that clear?"
"...yes sir."
LIKE SHE'D EVER!
LIKE THEY'D LET HER!
Helping her learn something was one thing but they'd never do her homework (unless it was something really cool like building a robot or something). It had taken her a long time to do those last problems and she'd only been mostly sure they were right! AND SHE GOT IN TROUBLE FOR THAT! She growled and stuck the letter under her mattress until she was better able to deal with it. It'd be safe from ripping there!
Then washing hands and flying back down stairs so she could eat before her stomach gnawed a way through her side or something! All the while her brain was churning, thinking, thinking...
...okay, so she wasn't the boys, but really that wasn't the problem right? She'd be in more trouble if she was as smart as them because then she could NEVER prove that she was doing her own work, right? Okay, so maybe that logic was flawed but it sounded okay in her head!
So, how did everyone else prove these things?
Her conversation during Snack Time was a bit lacking and she kept losing track of what she was saying but finally by the time she nibbling on her crust an idea came to her. How did people prove things in real life? Pictures! And video! She knew where the video camera was! And she mostly knew how to use it to, after all itw as just another camera and if it was one thing she learned from her dad it was cameras!
"Earth to Aya..." Braig waved a hand in front of her face before finally resorting to snapping his fingers. "Hey, wake up!"
"What? Oh, sorry, I got a lot of homework to do..." she mumbled, wiping her hands on a napkin and passing her plate to Dilan for rinsing.
Dilan smiled at her and took the dishes, "Okay Ayay, go do it. We'll get you for Moogles of our Lives!"
YES SHE WOULD!
Tiptoeing into Elcy and Yinsi's room wasn't hard! And the video camera was right where she'd last seen it after Braig needed to tape his science fair project! Great, she got it to her room and set up on a shelf with a good view of the room before pulling out her homework.
Wait, what if she had to show proof the boys hadn't helped later?
Huh.
"HEY GUYS I NEED SOMETHING FROM THE TOP OF THE CLOSET!" Elcy had made it a rule that Aya wasn't suppose to climb up into the closet, and the boys had to help each other with step ladders! This woudl work!
"What do you need?" Braig asking after she yelled down the stairs.
Um. Uhhhhh. "I need my mom's tea set!"
"...okaaaaay," Braig wasn't following it but Dilan was already getting a stepladder.
"The pretty humming one?" Dilan asked, "Is it show and tell?"
"Essay," Aya admitted. She did have an essay to work on, really! Just not tonight! "About stuff your parents have from their parents!" That was stretching it a bit.
"Cool!" Braig unfolded the mini ladder in the closet and held it still as Dilan climbed up to reach toward the boxes up there and...
...Aya closed the closet door on them and stuck a chair under the knob like she'd seen in movies. Hopefully in worked! Then they'd stay put, the camera had it all, and she would do her homework without them and show the completed page to the camera so her teacher new it didn't change after the video parts and...
...IT MADE SENSE TO HER OKAY?!
"Um, Aya?' Dilan asked a moment after the door closed.
"I'm sorry!" She called back. "You have to stay in there! My teacher thinks you do my homework and I'm going to prove you don't!"
...
Braig leaned his head against the door and sighed. It was going to be a long homework session. "This is the dumbest idea ever," he remarked to no one in particular.
"I think there's a storm flashlight in here?" Dilan offered, carefully climbing off the ladder and feeling around. Aha, yes, a storm kit in every closet for hurricane outages! Light and...well...there wasn't a lot to do in a closet was there? "Ayay?"
"Huh?" she asked, already working on her math.
"...can we have some paper so we can do our essays to?" Dilan asked. Homework time was Homework Time!
"Oh, right." She took a blank notebook and showed it to the camera before sliding it under the door with some pencils. "Sorry!"
Somehow, the return letter to her teacher probably wasn't going to be what he expected.
When: Aya's second grade year
What: Sometimes it isn't easy following in the boys footsteps...even when she isn't!
It wasn't fair! It just wasn't! She wanted to go back and yell at her math teacher, or kick him, or something. Better, she wanted to sit down on the side walk, dig the letter out of her backpack, and tear it up!
That wouldn't help though. She had to get an adult to sign it and she didn't think she could get even Braig's parents to sign a pile of confetti. When Braig threw an arm across her shoulders she almost snapped at him but, well, it wasn't his fault! Not really.
It was just her teacher being dumb.
"What's wrong Ayay?" Dilan asked on her other side. "Why were you late coming out?"
What was wrong? What was wrong?! The teachers were dumb and thought that she was a cheater that was what! Her math teacher anyway. Ms. Clements was actually really nice and so was Mr. Alworth, but Mr. Eddins was an IDIOT. "Nothing," she grated. "Teacher wanted to talk to me, that's all."
"About what?" Braig asked, steering her around a crack in the sidewalk as a matter of course.
"Homework."
"And?" he prompted. Getting Aya to spill sometimes was like pulling teeth! If they didn't get her talking now she'd stew all night!
"It can't be that bad can it Ayay?!" Dilan wrapped his hand in hers and looked at her a touch anxiously. "You're not failing anything right?"
"What?! No! Of course I'm not failing!" Though the letter in her bag was attached to a homework assignment that had a big, red zero on it. "I don't think anyone can fail second grade!"
"Then see? It's not that bad! What did the teacher say?" Braig laughed. "Is it about the class pet? He knows you can't bring it home right?" Because hamsters around Dilan tended not to fare well. Their poor little hearts couldn't take the stress!
"We have a turtle," Aya sniffed. "I could totally take home a turtle."
Ah, a subtle subject change. Braig rolled his eyes over her head and decided to let it drop for now. "I don't know...does turtle taste like chicken?"
"No," Dilan declared cheerfully. "It tastes like turtle! More like yellow than chicken!"
Aya turned her head to blink at Dilan for a moment. Sometimes he just really threw her (she'd totally licked crayons for an hour after the first time she'd heard something like that from him!) and she couldn't decide if 'yellow' was a good taste or a bad taste in this case. "Okay, I won't bring home the turtle?"
"I wouldn't eat the class pet!" Dilan stuck his tongue out and shoved Aya into Braig gently. "You know that! And it's cold blooded! It's instincts are different, when faced with a large predator it hides in it's shell and gets very slow and calm, like sleeping!" It conserved resources if the turtle had to wait out the threat! And that meant that there would be no heart attacks!
She thought about that a moment, totally losing her scowl for several heartbeats, "So, would it be like a vacation where it got to sleep a lot?"
That made Braig laugh and ruffle her hair before he shooed both the younger kids up the steps ahead of him. "Yeah, totally. He'd be just fine if you had to take him over break or something."
"Cool! I'll have to let my teacher's know!" She grinned at the boys and kicked her shoes off at the door before dashing up the stairs.
Dilan and Braig watched her go a moment, bemused since Snack Time was usually paramount after classes, "Wash your hands!" Dilan called when she was halfway up. He had to, it was what he always said before snack! And then he always went to go help make the snacks...
"I will, be right back!" Aya promised. She...wanted to get that letter into her room so she could just think about it a bit before showing it to Elcy and Yinsi. There had to be way to just take care of it right? And she'd thought the teacher had been really mean too. It made her angry all over again to remember it.
"Do you know why I wrote a zero on your homework Aya?"
"No sir."
"I make the questions at the end very hard to see how far everyone has come in class. I don't appreciate you getting Braig and Dilan to do your homework for you, you don't learn that way."
"But I didn't!"
"No buts, Aya. Here's a letter for Elcy and Yinsi, I expect them to sign it, is that clear?"
"...yes sir."
LIKE SHE'D EVER!
LIKE THEY'D LET HER!
Helping her learn something was one thing but they'd never do her homework (unless it was something really cool like building a robot or something). It had taken her a long time to do those last problems and she'd only been mostly sure they were right! AND SHE GOT IN TROUBLE FOR THAT! She growled and stuck the letter under her mattress until she was better able to deal with it. It'd be safe from ripping there!
Then washing hands and flying back down stairs so she could eat before her stomach gnawed a way through her side or something! All the while her brain was churning, thinking, thinking...
...okay, so she wasn't the boys, but really that wasn't the problem right? She'd be in more trouble if she was as smart as them because then she could NEVER prove that she was doing her own work, right? Okay, so maybe that logic was flawed but it sounded okay in her head!
So, how did everyone else prove these things?
Her conversation during Snack Time was a bit lacking and she kept losing track of what she was saying but finally by the time she nibbling on her crust an idea came to her. How did people prove things in real life? Pictures! And video! She knew where the video camera was! And she mostly knew how to use it to, after all itw as just another camera and if it was one thing she learned from her dad it was cameras!
"Earth to Aya..." Braig waved a hand in front of her face before finally resorting to snapping his fingers. "Hey, wake up!"
"What? Oh, sorry, I got a lot of homework to do..." she mumbled, wiping her hands on a napkin and passing her plate to Dilan for rinsing.
Dilan smiled at her and took the dishes, "Okay Ayay, go do it. We'll get you for Moogles of our Lives!"
YES SHE WOULD!
Tiptoeing into Elcy and Yinsi's room wasn't hard! And the video camera was right where she'd last seen it after Braig needed to tape his science fair project! Great, she got it to her room and set up on a shelf with a good view of the room before pulling out her homework.
Wait, what if she had to show proof the boys hadn't helped later?
Huh.
"HEY GUYS I NEED SOMETHING FROM THE TOP OF THE CLOSET!" Elcy had made it a rule that Aya wasn't suppose to climb up into the closet, and the boys had to help each other with step ladders! This woudl work!
"What do you need?" Braig asking after she yelled down the stairs.
Um. Uhhhhh. "I need my mom's tea set!"
"...okaaaaay," Braig wasn't following it but Dilan was already getting a stepladder.
"The pretty humming one?" Dilan asked, "Is it show and tell?"
"Essay," Aya admitted. She did have an essay to work on, really! Just not tonight! "About stuff your parents have from their parents!" That was stretching it a bit.
"Cool!" Braig unfolded the mini ladder in the closet and held it still as Dilan climbed up to reach toward the boxes up there and...
...Aya closed the closet door on them and stuck a chair under the knob like she'd seen in movies. Hopefully in worked! Then they'd stay put, the camera had it all, and she would do her homework without them and show the completed page to the camera so her teacher new it didn't change after the video parts and...
...IT MADE SENSE TO HER OKAY?!
"Um, Aya?' Dilan asked a moment after the door closed.
"I'm sorry!" She called back. "You have to stay in there! My teacher thinks you do my homework and I'm going to prove you don't!"
...
Braig leaned his head against the door and sighed. It was going to be a long homework session. "This is the dumbest idea ever," he remarked to no one in particular.
"I think there's a storm flashlight in here?" Dilan offered, carefully climbing off the ladder and feeling around. Aha, yes, a storm kit in every closet for hurricane outages! Light and...well...there wasn't a lot to do in a closet was there? "Ayay?"
"Huh?" she asked, already working on her math.
"...can we have some paper so we can do our essays to?" Dilan asked. Homework time was Homework Time!
"Oh, right." She took a blank notebook and showed it to the camera before sliding it under the door with some pencils. "Sorry!"
Somehow, the return letter to her teacher probably wasn't going to be what he expected.
