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fandomhigh2013-05-20 11:12 am
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Practical Philosophy, Monday
The sky was overcast, but the temperatures weren't terribly low and the threat of rain not so high that Ender opted to stay indoors. Instead they were out on the dorm lawn again, a bag of sandwiches sitting in what would soon be the center of a circle of students.
Before he started talking in general, he glanced towards Yeul and said, "I'd like to see you after class, please."
Then his attention shifted. "Last week, we experienced some interesting events," Ender said, only a little dry humor obvious from his tone of voice. "The peppers were a nuisance, that's for sure. I hope all of you made it through unharmed and unsinged." They usually did at Fandom-- he didn't think he spotted any major injuries.
"Now, the phones are a semi-annual problem. I've experienced that one several times since I came here. I always don't realize what is going on until I've already made a few calls of my own - and I'm always left wondering what prompted me to respond in the first place," he said. "What is it that makes us want to say something back when someone says something to us? Why can't we just let obviously confused, crazy people be?"
He shrugged. "Maybe it's because our lives are built and supported by our ability to communicate, so when someone communicates oddly at us, we're alarmed," he said. "Maybe we've just all got tempers. Maybe we're just trying to turn a freak occasion into some amusement for ourselves. Or maybe it's just human nature for the entire tribe to start shouting when one member does."
He stretched his legs out. "How was your week?" he asked.
Before he started talking in general, he glanced towards Yeul and said, "I'd like to see you after class, please."
Then his attention shifted. "Last week, we experienced some interesting events," Ender said, only a little dry humor obvious from his tone of voice. "The peppers were a nuisance, that's for sure. I hope all of you made it through unharmed and unsinged." They usually did at Fandom-- he didn't think he spotted any major injuries.
"Now, the phones are a semi-annual problem. I've experienced that one several times since I came here. I always don't realize what is going on until I've already made a few calls of my own - and I'm always left wondering what prompted me to respond in the first place," he said. "What is it that makes us want to say something back when someone says something to us? Why can't we just let obviously confused, crazy people be?"
He shrugged. "Maybe it's because our lives are built and supported by our ability to communicate, so when someone communicates oddly at us, we're alarmed," he said. "Maybe we've just all got tempers. Maybe we're just trying to turn a freak occasion into some amusement for ourselves. Or maybe it's just human nature for the entire tribe to start shouting when one member does."
He stretched his legs out. "How was your week?" he asked.

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... Well, that explained a lot. Pardon Evan, please, while he sat there with a little 'o' face and a half-eaten sandwich.
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Fainting was undignified.
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The jalapeños were another thing, though.
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And that had mostly been an exercise in holding Ozzy back and punching any peppers that came too close to the pup with a fist the size of a small car. Because nobody messed with Evan's dog.
"I kind of thought it was another of those weird few days where people are a little crazy, when I started getting strange phone messages," he admitted, "but... I guess I did reply to them, too. Some of them were just so confusing, I felt like I had to try to get some clarification, because maybe if I wasn't understanding them completely, it's because of something I just... wasn't in a position to know already. I can't stand that feeling of ignorance, when the solution could be as easy as just asking for clarification."
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It probably just added to the confusion.
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She ran a hand through her hair, thinking about the other questions. "The phones were just weird -- nothing anybody said on my voicemail made actual human sense. After a while I started messing around with it. Like, someone asked if I knew what triangles were, and I called back to say they were the ones with eight sides just to bug him. Or, probably, to bug somebody totally different."
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She took a bite of her sandwich to buy her some time to come up with the proper explanation. She knew Mr. Wiggin was going to ask for one.
"I was scared of them and one tried to light my hair on fire--" she still sounded aggrieved about that "--but when I got to the library, I didn't hide or cower or cry. I tried to come up with something I could use to fight back. That made me feel stronger."
Her voice became very small when she added, "I liked feeling strong."
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When class ended, Yeul remained seated on the grass until it was just her and Professor Wiggin left. Her next class was not until period four, so there was plenty of time.
"You wished to speak with me?" she asked, smiling slightly.
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... Okay, who am I kidding? Earwormed still. Dammit, Greece.