I'm not dumb. | PHS #552

I'm not dumb. Jan 30, 2015 1:39:49 GMT -5 via mobile

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Post by Macht Stärke on Jan 30, 2015 1:39:49 GMT -5

[[OoC: Closed.]]

""You're not meeting performance expectations, kid! You're letting your family down kid!" Yeah fuck you, Tak. Yall ain't even my family..."

The school day had just ended, and Macht was on his way to tutoring, at Takehiro's behest. He grumbled all the way there, aggravated that he'd have to spend MORE of his free time at this god forsaken place, when it already ate up most of his day. And it's not like he's dumb, either. He's smart. Just, street smart.

After fifteen minutes of dragging his feet and walking as slowly as humanly possible, Macht found himself at the tutor's classroom. He stood, uneasy, outside the door for about five minutes before he pulled it open and headed inside. What he saw was a little disheartening.

He was the only guy here, aside from the teacher - a looker, too - who sat at her desk with earphones on. Macht walked in slowly, looking around and appreciating every moment he hadn't been noticed. Eventually, however, he walked in front of the teacher and waved, and she jumped, startled.

"Dear me, I didn't actually think anyone was going to show!" she exclaimed, removing her earphones.
"Yeah, well uh... I'm here. I guess."
"You're aware of what I do here, yes?"
"Uh... Yeah. I need some help with my, uh... Class work."
"Good! I mean, not good, but you know what I mean. Have a seat!"

The lady gestured toward the desks and Macht sat himself down in one. She stood and walked around her desk with a clipboard and sat it down in front of him. A list, he supposed, and his name was going to be the only one on it.

"So, M... Macht, is it?" she attempted, reading his name. She tried saying it a few more times to get it correct, then sat the clipboard down on her desk. A few more attempts and she held her hand out to him him. "I'm Ms. Rayner. It's nice to see someone taking their education seriously." Macht shook her hand with a fake smile, though not entirely fake. He was going to remember she wasn't a Mrs. "Yeah. Let's go with that."

A small chuckle left the teacher's lips and Macht began to rummage through his backpack for papers.

"So, what is it I'll be helping you with?"
"Uh..." he pulled out his binder and set it on the desk. "Everything."

I'm not dumb. Jan 30, 2015 6:35:37 GMT -5

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Post by Macht Stärke on Jan 30, 2015 6:35:37 GMT -5

"Wait a second," Ms. Rayner stopped for a moment, blinking. "Everything?" Evidently, she was slightly taken aback, and that made Macht just a little uncomfortable. She didn't seem to be expecting this degree of tutoring being required, and Macht didn't expect it to actually be that big of a problem.

"Well... yeah. Sorry," he laughed nervously, slouching in his chair and scratching his neck. Based on her reaction, it wasn't going to be all done in one day, not that he really expected it to be. "I figured I could come in Tuesdays and Thursdays during your regular hours and, I dunno, if no one else is around we can just work on one thing at a time, y'know?" A shrug.

"Of course," she giggled slightly, and it was a giggle Macht found to be oh, so irresistible... which was a bad sign. "You're the first student I've seen come in in, oh... months, I should say. There was some mandatory tutoring stuff going on for the athletes, but since then, no one has bothered. So, it's fair to say you will have my full attention, Macht." The two smiled at each other. "Now what can I help you with first?"

Macht opened up his binder and began to shuffle around some papers, stopping when he found one with various formulas scribbled all over it. Shutting his binder, he set the paper on top and pointed at it, shifting nervously in his seat.

"Well I got, uh, chem. That's chem right there. I think. I dunno where I'm going with it though."

Clearly, he didn't. The sad part was he couldn't use the same excuse most other students could, what with the regular suspensions for fighting and being disorderly. He'd been forced to behave thanks to Takehiro and that whole shitty reform act, so he'd actually been trying to cram as much into his broken head as he could, but it was too difficult for him. He couldn't remember anything useful, and whenever he could, it lasted maybe a day at the most. He was struggling pretty bad, which is, of course, why he wound up here.

"Let's see here," Ms. Rayner mumbled, pulling up a chair adjacent to Macht's desk. She ran her fingers over the formulas as she read them, then took a look at the rest of the notes he kept on the pages. "Looks to me like this is all just conversions for a lab project... What were you trying to measure with it? I'm not sure I can really help unless I know that."

The boy just shook his head and let out an exasperated sigh. "I don't even know. We put some chemicals together and they changed color and, I dunno, chemistry just.. happened?" Ms. Rayner giggled again, patting Macht on the shoulder.

"Well the first little homework assignment I'll be giving you, then, is to find out what you were measuring or whatever it is the assignment was. You get me the work, I can help you out. Sound fair?" Macht slowly nodded. "Good!" She chirped. "Now how about we go over something else? You got algebra two? Math analysis? An English class, or something I can help you with?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah. One sec."