Moving. Yet again. Because this ducking stupid—
No. Get yourself under control. You know what happened that time—
Okay. New school. Mmhm. It's alright.
He arrives at the school...
Moving. Yet again. Because this ducking stupid—
No. Get yourself under control. You know what happened that time—
Okay. New school. Mmhm. It's alright.
He arrives at the school...
"...should I be worried? As far as I know I have not yet done anything that should merit special teacher attention."
"I don't make a habit of actually getting to know my teachers, just find a way to work with them. Sorry."
They finish up their lab report, and turn it in. There are a few stragglers, but class is winding down.
He shifts some papers around on his desk, placing them in a drawer.
The desk is meticulously organized, and sparsely decorated. The only personal item is a plaque that reads: A cadet will not lie, cheat, steal, or tolerate those who do.
"Ms. Iroko, sit down. Any seat is fine. I'll give you a note for whatever class you have next."
"Usually when a student's name is wrong on my class roster, it's administrative incompetence, but it looks to me like your name was spelled just fine, and it also looks to me like every official document I can access without actually talking to someone can't decide if you're a boy or a girl. Are you going to be announcing which one you are each day, or should I just rely on the, the visual cues."
"I can ask," he concedes.
"Your work looked fine today. I hope you won't be too distracted to keep it up, I usually don't have students who actually know how to use their brains."
"I'll believe it when I see it."
He writes her a note, outlining each letter with care, and slides it across the desk.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Ms. Iroko."
Freud is considered trash science, but he was a big influence on the modern field, so studying him is useful so we can know whichever things come from him (and thus, ought to be ignored aggressively).
On the other hand, he did have positive contributions by introducing early therapy.
Hmm, I try to ignore my id and make my ego match reality, but when reality disagrees with my superego the superego's right.