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fandomhigh2018-06-08 06:35 am
special_rabbit) wrote in fandomhigh2018-06-08 06:35 am
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Construction 101; First Period, Friday [06/08].
Okay, so Amaya was starting to get real irritated about this whole weird Do-What-The-Squirrels-Tell-You regimen she was apparently on in this new place. At least yesterday's movie class hadn't been that bad, except for the part about feeling like an idiot in front of a bunch of boys for not knowing what movies were, and the radio thing she managed to foist on someone else who seemed more than happy to do it. This, however, she saw no escape from. Apparently, she needed to teach a class. On building something. That part she liked; that part she knew, but teaching it to other people?
Zards.
"Um..." When it became clear that it was time and the other kids were waiting on her (why? Why her??), she cleared her throat a little, forgot for a second how to breathe, and then remembered with force. "Okay. Uh, so..." She remembered she'd prepared notecards and fished them out of her pocket, which might have made the trembling of her hands a little more obvious. She curled around the cards, her head down, as she read, her voice sometimes dipping so far into a whispered murmur that she probably couldn't be heard very well.
"Welcome to Construction," insert an awkward failing gesture of welcome with her arm and her eyes never leaving the notecards. Stilted, quiet, monotone. "Today, we're going to be learning how to build stud walls for our frame. Stud walls are very easy and very important, you just have to make sure you measure properly and..."
...and it went on like that, a quiet little nervous ramble that she half expected to finish and look up and see that everyone just left. And wouldn't that be a relief! She got about halfway through her prepared notes before the stumbling, the um and the ah stumbling over each other to get out, and then she started messing things up. "No, wait, that's not...that's not right, I read that wrong. Actually, uh..." Now she'd lost her place, where was she? Were these notes even in the right order? Did she mess them up? Panic was starting to rise again.
"Zards!" she heaved a frustrated sigh and threw the notecards on the ground. "You know what? Hang all that. It's walls. It's easy. You just measure it out, nail it together, follow the plans, stick to the dimensions, all the boards are marked already anyway. Okay? Got it? Got it. Let's go."
Zards.
"Um..." When it became clear that it was time and the other kids were waiting on her (why? Why her??), she cleared her throat a little, forgot for a second how to breathe, and then remembered with force. "Okay. Uh, so..." She remembered she'd prepared notecards and fished them out of her pocket, which might have made the trembling of her hands a little more obvious. She curled around the cards, her head down, as she read, her voice sometimes dipping so far into a whispered murmur that she probably couldn't be heard very well.
"Welcome to Construction," insert an awkward failing gesture of welcome with her arm and her eyes never leaving the notecards. Stilted, quiet, monotone. "Today, we're going to be learning how to build stud walls for our frame. Stud walls are very easy and very important, you just have to make sure you measure properly and..."
...and it went on like that, a quiet little nervous ramble that she half expected to finish and look up and see that everyone just left. And wouldn't that be a relief! She got about halfway through her prepared notes before the stumbling, the um and the ah stumbling over each other to get out, and then she started messing things up. "No, wait, that's not...that's not right, I read that wrong. Actually, uh..." Now she'd lost her place, where was she? Were these notes even in the right order? Did she mess them up? Panic was starting to rise again.
"Zards!" she heaved a frustrated sigh and threw the notecards on the ground. "You know what? Hang all that. It's walls. It's easy. You just measure it out, nail it together, follow the plans, stick to the dimensions, all the boards are marked already anyway. Okay? Got it? Got it. Let's go."