Post by taylor on Feb 5, 2013 21:32:38 GMT -5
Taylor stopped short. “See you later, Tay,” her friends said, and took off. Taylor wanted so badly to join them. It was the last class of the day, which meant sweet, sweet freedom. Well, for them it did. She had detention. She was starting to think she was going to be in detention for the rest of her life. Luckily she only had a few more days, but a few days felt like a lifetime considering how many she had already served.
She looked at her professor quizzically. What now? She hadn’t done anything wrong, she didn’t think, though it was difficult to say. She seemed to be in trouble every time she turned around lately. As for grades, Herbology wasn’t her best class, but neither was it her worst. She’d been pulling a solid “acceptable” grade, until “doomsday” as she’d begun calling the day she got caught cheating and it was decided she would flunk Charms as part of her punishment.
After that, she’d sort of stopped trying in most of her classes because, well, what was the point? Charms had been the only class she was really good at, and now she was going to flunk it no matter what she did, so why bother? It was a passive-aggressive move, and one only likely to hurt herself and no one else, but she didn’t much care. She was still doing all her work and everything, well not for Charms, but for everything else. She just wasn’t putting in much effort. She couldn’t seem to work herself up to care. If it could be decided so arbitrarily that she must flunk her best class based on one mistake, then why should she work hard? She shouldn’t, that’s what.
She waved bye to her friends and pushed her bookbag up on her shoulder. Then she stared up at Professor Longbottom and waited impatiently to hear what he wanted to talk to her about.
She looked at her professor quizzically. What now? She hadn’t done anything wrong, she didn’t think, though it was difficult to say. She seemed to be in trouble every time she turned around lately. As for grades, Herbology wasn’t her best class, but neither was it her worst. She’d been pulling a solid “acceptable” grade, until “doomsday” as she’d begun calling the day she got caught cheating and it was decided she would flunk Charms as part of her punishment.
After that, she’d sort of stopped trying in most of her classes because, well, what was the point? Charms had been the only class she was really good at, and now she was going to flunk it no matter what she did, so why bother? It was a passive-aggressive move, and one only likely to hurt herself and no one else, but she didn’t much care. She was still doing all her work and everything, well not for Charms, but for everything else. She just wasn’t putting in much effort. She couldn’t seem to work herself up to care. If it could be decided so arbitrarily that she must flunk her best class based on one mistake, then why should she work hard? She shouldn’t, that’s what.
She waved bye to her friends and pushed her bookbag up on her shoulder. Then she stared up at Professor Longbottom and waited impatiently to hear what he wanted to talk to her about.