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fandomhigh2012-07-09 09:34 am
endsthegame) wrote in fandomhigh2012-07-09 09:34 am
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Practical Philosophy, Monday
"Last week, some of you wound up talking about moments from home you miss," Ender said, once everyone had filed into the classroom - and sat down in the circle. "And that the formative years of our lives - the places we grew up in, the things we did - determine so much of how we see the world that comes after it."
He smiled briefly.
"For a lot of people, high school's the moment they really get tossed out into another world," he continued. "Especially here, at this boarding school, where people from all universes and times and places wash up on the shore and go to class. It's a shock to the system, a readjustment of your vision-- everything is new or different, and yet a lot of things might not be."
He sat forward. "So what I'm curious about," he said, "Is the things you miss, and the things you don't. The things you can adapt to, and the things you can't. This is your point of comparison towards the life you used to know, and I know all of you think about these comparisons, maybe even every day, every hour, every minute."
This was where a normal teacher would have probably dug into his own experiences in order to share, but Ender was not as inclined to do so. Instead, he said, "So talk to me. What's new and what's old? Does it mean anything? Or is it just a new background stapled onto your old reality - just an extension of the life you used to know?"
He smiled briefly.
"For a lot of people, high school's the moment they really get tossed out into another world," he continued. "Especially here, at this boarding school, where people from all universes and times and places wash up on the shore and go to class. It's a shock to the system, a readjustment of your vision-- everything is new or different, and yet a lot of things might not be."
He sat forward. "So what I'm curious about," he said, "Is the things you miss, and the things you don't. The things you can adapt to, and the things you can't. This is your point of comparison towards the life you used to know, and I know all of you think about these comparisons, maybe even every day, every hour, every minute."
This was where a normal teacher would have probably dug into his own experiences in order to share, but Ender was not as inclined to do so. Instead, he said, "So talk to me. What's new and what's old? Does it mean anything? Or is it just a new background stapled onto your old reality - just an extension of the life you used to know?"
Re: Talk.
"Is it other people who have to learn to trust me? Always had it spoon fed the other way around, I have to prove I'm responsible before anybody's gonna take the chance."
And so he'd kind of given up trying to prove it, and just went ahead and did whatever the hell he wanted, screw them. Why should he try to make them happy, anyhow?
Re: Talk.
He'd learned that the hard way. And then he'd taught Bean the hard way. He knew a few things about it.
"The other party has to be willing to give you that shot."
Re: Talk.
Sparkle? Bitter? Never.
"All I know is, here's not all that different. A place is a place and a school is a school, and routine is routine, you'll fall into it if you're looking to fall into it, whatever. But the people aren't the same."
Re: Talk.
It was more of a rhetoric question - or a prompt, really - than anything else.
Re: Talk.
It always did.
Re: Talk.
"There's always different people somewhere else," he said.
Re: Talk.
Re: Talk.
He could sympathize.