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Jul 7, 2014 14:48:17 GMT -5
Post by ミSailor彡 on Jul 7, 2014 14:48:17 GMT -5
D a x L u x
district 7 | seventeen
Walking towards the district schoolhouse is not what I originally had planned for my Saturday morning. I kick the rocks in front of me as I think about how I could be hanging out with the guys or helping Sparrow with her crafts. But here I am, with only a few weeks left in the designated school year and once again, I'm behind. I never thought I was dumb but my teachers and grades keep proving that I must be. It makes me a little self conscious, especially when I'm talking to the smarter students in my class. I've always been able to shake off my lack of intelligence and replace it with the ego from having a lot of friends. It's gotten me by so far but now I'm not so sure. Failing makes me nervous. And I can't accomplish anything when I'm riddled with nerves.
I get to the school house, hoping I'm not late. I wasn't really paying attention to the time before I left our home and I only knew to leave because my father reminded me. This is the first time I've utilized the tutoring program at our school house. I probably could have used it years ago but I just wasn't motivated enough. My sister pressured me into going this time. She always drones on about how I have so much potential and that I just let other things get in the way. "Get your shit straight, Dax," she always tells me. My shit is straight, I wish I could tell her that in a way she'd understand. School isn't going to help me chop wood, which is what I'm going to be doing until the day I die. We only go because we're forced too. Yeah, some people are interested in Panem's history and what the square root of what-the-fuck-ever is but it just doesn't interest me. I can't find my way around it. I get through life with common-sense, kindness and work ethic. That's all you really need in this district.
It's eerily empty in the hallways of the school house as I make my way to the designated classrooms that the tutors use. I round the corner to find the door open and slowly peek my head in to find a brown haired boy sitting at desk, with another desk pulled up beside it. He had several books stacked next to him and seemed to be working on something amongst a stack of papers. He seemed engulfed in his work, writing diligently. I almost didn't want to interrupt but I feel that I'm already late. I slowly take a few steps into the room, almost having the duck to not hit my head on the door frame.
"Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt. I'm Dax, I should have a lesson with you today? Sorry if I'm uh, a little late."
I get to the school house, hoping I'm not late. I wasn't really paying attention to the time before I left our home and I only knew to leave because my father reminded me. This is the first time I've utilized the tutoring program at our school house. I probably could have used it years ago but I just wasn't motivated enough. My sister pressured me into going this time. She always drones on about how I have so much potential and that I just let other things get in the way. "Get your shit straight, Dax," she always tells me. My shit is straight, I wish I could tell her that in a way she'd understand. School isn't going to help me chop wood, which is what I'm going to be doing until the day I die. We only go because we're forced too. Yeah, some people are interested in Panem's history and what the square root of what-the-fuck-ever is but it just doesn't interest me. I can't find my way around it. I get through life with common-sense, kindness and work ethic. That's all you really need in this district.
It's eerily empty in the hallways of the school house as I make my way to the designated classrooms that the tutors use. I round the corner to find the door open and slowly peek my head in to find a brown haired boy sitting at desk, with another desk pulled up beside it. He had several books stacked next to him and seemed to be working on something amongst a stack of papers. He seemed engulfed in his work, writing diligently. I almost didn't want to interrupt but I feel that I'm already late. I slowly take a few steps into the room, almost having the duck to not hit my head on the door frame.
"Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt. I'm Dax, I should have a lesson with you today? Sorry if I'm uh, a little late."