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fandomhigh2013-05-20 11:12 am
endsthegame) wrote in 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.
Re: Talk.
Re: Talk.
Evan gave Sholeh a small, thankful smile at that, giving her hand a little squeeze before leaning against her and nodding.
"That means a lot to me, Sholeh," he murmured. "Thank you."
Re: Talk.
Re: Talk.
He offered her a wobbly attempt at a smile.
"From now on, we find each other, maybe...? So we don't have to be hurt and scared alone?"
Re: Talk.
She nudged Evan. "Thanks for letting her know how I like my cocoa. It was a good surprise."
Re: Talk.
In this case, Evan, it was probably more that you knew at all.