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herr_bookman) wrote2012-11-29 08:28 pm
herr_bookman) wrote2012-11-29 08:28 pm
True Calling
Until the end of music class, Autor was having a decent day--by his standards. He was just about done packing up and was ready to hit the library when Herr Brandt, his teacher, called him to the front.
"I wanted to let you know that this essay you've written about Herr Arnold von Bruck is fantastic," Brandt said, waving the thin piece of parchment around. "You are an excellent music student, but have you considered that it might not be your true calling?"
Autor's gaze followed his own small, crisp penmanship as it fluttered through the air. Having spent many years getting his hands slapped with a ruler in order to learn proper lettering, he'd grown quite proud of the result.
"In fact," his teacher said, and Autor prepared himself to be casually devastated once again, "it would almost be a crime to neglect your talent with the quill."
"Yes," Autor said, smiling through gritted teeth as he remembered Fakir clutching the Tree of Wisdom's rock. "It would, wouldn't it?"
With a curt thank you, he snatched up his essay--careful not to crinkle the edges until he could get home and tear it to pieces--and escaped yet another person whose expectations he could not meet.
"I wanted to let you know that this essay you've written about Herr Arnold von Bruck is fantastic," Brandt said, waving the thin piece of parchment around. "You are an excellent music student, but have you considered that it might not be your true calling?"
Autor's gaze followed his own small, crisp penmanship as it fluttered through the air. Having spent many years getting his hands slapped with a ruler in order to learn proper lettering, he'd grown quite proud of the result.
"In fact," his teacher said, and Autor prepared himself to be casually devastated once again, "it would almost be a crime to neglect your talent with the quill."
"Yes," Autor said, smiling through gritted teeth as he remembered Fakir clutching the Tree of Wisdom's rock. "It would, wouldn't it?"
With a curt thank you, he snatched up his essay--careful not to crinkle the edges until he could get home and tear it to pieces--and escaped yet another person whose expectations he could not meet.