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rainbowfic2015-03-20 09:36 pm
balsamandash) wrote in rainbowfic2015-03-20 09:36 pm
Clean Again, Skyblue Pink w/ Striped Polka Dots
Name: August
Story: Don't Be Afraid of a Little Bit of Progress
Colors: Clean Again #9, "Color Me Happy"; Skyblue Pink with Striped Polka Dots #6, "You can get help from teachers, but you are going to have to learn a lot by yourself, sitting alone in a room."
Supplies and Styles: Photography
Word Count: 380
Rating: G
Warnings: Very brief mentions of an abusive parent (no real detail to any of it)
He's never been smart. Energetic, enthusiastic, friendly and popular, talented, surprisingly nice to people, people have called him a lot of great things -- but never just smart. That was always Adrian, who excelled in anything orderly and logical, who knew all the rules and formulas, who never failed a class in his life. Caleb's never met a test he couldn't fail, never been in a class he cared about, never gave a damn about any of it.
Anything that mattered, he had to be his own best teacher.
He's not smart, but he's not as lazy as people think. He just had better uses for his time than homework and studying and trying to make his dad happy. Learning to cook, so that he and Adrian could have a good meal now and again. Learning to drive, so they could get places. Learning to play music, to go after what he wanted to do. Learning how to help the ghosts when they talked to him, when they just needed an ear and when they really needed something from him. Learning how to wring as much enjoyment as he could out of things, because everyone around him seemed to be trying to make life anything but fun.
None of the teachers and tutors, none of the books or scientists tried to teach him anything that actually mattered, and his dad sure as hell never did anything that useful for him.
If it mattered, he went after it himself, dug his heels in and refused to let people take that time away from him. He's not smart, but he's stubborn. He's always known what he wanted: a guitar and to make sure his brother's okay and to take care of his role as messenger as quietly as possible; and to have a good time through it all, and to hell with anyone who didn't think that was enough. He's not smart, but he's sure of himself, and nobody ever managed to take that away from him. There's no one in the world, no teacher or parent, that could ever change his mind when he got something in his head.
He's not smart; he's never been smart, and he probably never will be.
But he's happy.
As far as Caleb's concerned, it's a trade he's okay with having made.
Story: Don't Be Afraid of a Little Bit of Progress
Colors: Clean Again #9, "Color Me Happy"; Skyblue Pink with Striped Polka Dots #6, "You can get help from teachers, but you are going to have to learn a lot by yourself, sitting alone in a room."
Supplies and Styles: Photography
Word Count: 380
Rating: G
Warnings: Very brief mentions of an abusive parent (no real detail to any of it)
He's never been smart. Energetic, enthusiastic, friendly and popular, talented, surprisingly nice to people, people have called him a lot of great things -- but never just smart. That was always Adrian, who excelled in anything orderly and logical, who knew all the rules and formulas, who never failed a class in his life. Caleb's never met a test he couldn't fail, never been in a class he cared about, never gave a damn about any of it.
Anything that mattered, he had to be his own best teacher.
He's not smart, but he's not as lazy as people think. He just had better uses for his time than homework and studying and trying to make his dad happy. Learning to cook, so that he and Adrian could have a good meal now and again. Learning to drive, so they could get places. Learning to play music, to go after what he wanted to do. Learning how to help the ghosts when they talked to him, when they just needed an ear and when they really needed something from him. Learning how to wring as much enjoyment as he could out of things, because everyone around him seemed to be trying to make life anything but fun.
None of the teachers and tutors, none of the books or scientists tried to teach him anything that actually mattered, and his dad sure as hell never did anything that useful for him.
If it mattered, he went after it himself, dug his heels in and refused to let people take that time away from him. He's not smart, but he's stubborn. He's always known what he wanted: a guitar and to make sure his brother's okay and to take care of his role as messenger as quietly as possible; and to have a good time through it all, and to hell with anyone who didn't think that was enough. He's not smart, but he's sure of himself, and nobody ever managed to take that away from him. There's no one in the world, no teacher or parent, that could ever change his mind when he got something in his head.
He's not smart; he's never been smart, and he probably never will be.
But he's happy.
As far as Caleb's concerned, it's a trade he's okay with having made.
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I love this! Thank you for posting :D.
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