Dear Daddy# 7: Dear Savas,
Title: Dear Savas,
Author: jessofthebugs
Disclaimer: O, I have bought the mansion of a love, /But not posess'd it.
Pairing: Joanna/Savas, McCoy/[classified]
Rating: All ages
Type: Series, Epistolary, #7/40
Warnings: A little strong language, but nothing a nine-year-old hasn't heard before.
Word Count: 3005
Summary and Notes: Jo gives the best advice she can to Savas, who is dealing with the responsibilities of a young vulcan. Posted to kirk_mccoy
By the by, I'd also like to say how much I appreciate all the comments I've received so far. This is the reason I continue writing. This makes it all worthwhile. I will love the comments, hug them, pet them, and call them George.
Dear Jo,
I am at my home on New Vulcan and I continue to experience frustration. My guardians continue to choose things for me, seemingly for my own good, but misaligned with my preferences. I attribute this difficulty to the fact that they were not present during the first ten Earth Standard Years of my life and are therefore unaware of many details of this early part of my development. For example, I enjoy mapping out the logical inconsistencies in works of Earth fiction, an activity that not only facilitates my continued development in logic, but expands my understanding of human culture. They see it as an indulgence.
There is an additional matter that I do not wish to discuss, but is causing frustration that far exceeds any I have previously experienced. You often use the word "Dammit" when expressing your frustration. I have attempted so use it in context:
Dammit, the apparent disregard of my preferences by my guardians is illogical.
I have done a cursory analysis of some of the foods you mentioned. The corrected program for cornbread was most welcomed and I have discovered that legumes and cornbread when served together offer a full compliment of amino acids. On these grounds, I have convinced my guardians to try it.
Have you received any transmissions from your father?
Live long and prosper,
-Savas
---
Dear Savas,
Well, that is appropriate context, Savas, but there's somethin' about a Vulcan cussin' that just ain't right! Don't you start 'cause of me. It's a bad habit. I don't know what's got you so riled up, but I'm guessin' it must be a big deal. I ain't gonna ask, 'cause it wouldn't be proper, but I hope to goodness you work it out. I don't want you losin' emotional control over it.
Maybe "riled up" ain't the way to say it. That's kinda emotional, but you know what I mean. Anyhow, I get the same way about my mama's boyfriend. He don't know my preferences either. He thinks he understands my "social development" but like you said, he ain't been around for the first nine years and some-odd months of my life. The best friends I got are you and Uncle Jim and I can't stand most of the kids my age. Especially Luanne!
You know what she said the other day? She said Vulcans were made by the Devil and when I told her she was being illogical, she said I sounded like a Vulcan and so that means I must be corrupted by the Devil. I told her that she'd just said the dumbest thing I heard all year! I've been on a good run and I ain't punched anyone in weeks, so I didn't wanna mess that up 'cause of stupid Luanne. I wanted to punch her in the face so bad, but I went to my tree instead.
I like beans and cornbread. Mama always makes greens with it, but I don't like greens. What do you like to read? I read a lot of nature books. I've got one on dinosaurs and another on sea creatures - it's got pictures of this weird Tellarite fish with big eyes. Mama made mint tea today, so we had some on the porch, just me and her. Before you try and get some, I know some people drink tea hot, but it's supposed to be cold and sweet with ice in it. You don't have to drink it sweet, but I like it better sweet.
Daddy and Uncle Jim are okay. Daddy saved somebody's life even though there were bombs and stuff everywhere and Uncle Jim fought this dinosaur guy called a Gorn but then made friends with him.
Peace and long life,
-Jo
---
Dear Jo,
Luanne seems quite illogical, even for a human. I do not understand the insult, but you responded admirably. Choosing meditation over violence was most logical. This Luanne must be a trying individual to consistently evoke such a reaction.
I am having difficulty consistently maintaining logic and now my guardians have added to this difficulty. I am not ready for what they expect of me and it is indeed a "big deal." I fear that failing to inform them of my previous losses of control was a mistake and that they assume I have accepted the loss of my parents' katra more fully than I have. I do not know the most logical solution.
Additionally, they insist that my interest in human culture is a "waste of time." I disagree. You are my friend, Miss Joanna McCoy, and learning more about your culture is important in order to maintain that friendship. This does not mean I am uninterested in the Vulcan way. If being "riled up" is an emotional response to increasing frustration, then I am close to it.
I will not cuss if you think it inappropriate, but I am glad to know how to use the word in context. I am reading The Adventures of Major Tom and Rubix the Spacedog. I anticipate the publication of the twelfth installment so that I may add to my list of logical inconsistencies within the story.
The average ambient temperature on New Vulcan is slightly higher than that of the region of Vulcan where I lived and I find that cold mint tea facilitates the regulation of internal body temperature. I am attempting to learn how to program the replicator myself so that I can reproduce Earth foods as I learn of them.
I am glad to see that your father and Captain Kirk are well. I would like to hear more of their travels.
Live long and prosper,
-Savas
---
Dear Savas,
I'm real worried about you. I know that's emotional and maybe it ain't logical, but there it is anyway - a big ol' fat heap o' worry for my Vulcan friend. I don't have to be logical, I just wanna be so I don't get so mad all the time. If I could take all your emotions for you I would. People are used to me losin' control, so it wouldn't be no thing for me. I don't know what it is that's got you almost riled up, but I'm thinkin' on how to help. I got something rattlin' around in my head, but I gotta give it a minute.
It's sweet of you to wanna learn more about my culture, but you don't have to to make me like you. I like you just how you are. I don't know much about Vulcan stuff, really, but I'd like to learn more. They called it a "cultural exchange" at the Academy and I reckon if "exchange" means you give and you get, then we oughta learn somethin' about each other. I tried to figure out how to get P'lirit fruit but it was nothin' doin'.
I talked to Uncle Jim and he helped me figure out a way to skip a grade in school. I'll tell my counselor that I'm all mad 'cause school's about to start and if it's anything like third grade, I'll fail to be challenged, academically speakin' and that it's affectin' my ability to cope with the absence of my daddy (Uncle Jim helped me with that part). The counselor will tell mama and then maybe mama will let me skip a grade. Daddy says it's okay by him, but he's out in space and can't do nothin' about it. Does that sound logical to you?
I read Major Tom and Rubix too! Don't you think he oughta just kiss Betty and get it over with? Even Rubix thinks so and he's just a dog. Maybe he oughta just say outright he likes her so then he'll know if she likes him back or not.
I'm still thinkin' on your problem. I'll holler if I come up with anything.
And Luanne is "difficult and annoying; hard to endure." That's what it says under "trying" in the dictionary and dang if that ain't her all over!
Daddy and Uncle Jim are goin' on shore leave, so they won't be doin' anything excitin' for a while. I'll let you know if I hear somethin inner- inners- Dammit! in-ter-est-ing.
Live long and prosper,
-Jo
---
Dear Jo,
Since I cannot ascertain the most logical approach myself and my guardians have already decided what is best for me, I must find help elsewhere. You are the most logical human I have had the pleasure of meeting, so perhaps you will be able to assist me in finding a solution. I will not give many details of my situation. It is... shameful to speak of it, but I can say that Vulcan marriages are arranged by the parents or guardians of a child. I was pair-bonded to a girl when I was approximately seven Earth Standard Years old. It is not like human courtship rituals. I do not know how to explain. But she did not survive the attack on Vulcan and my guardians have found someone who they believe is a suitable replacement. I am not ready to pair-bond with another and I am embarrassed that I am having such difficulty controlling my emotions.
I am certain there is a way to transfer all emotions to another person, but it would require touching and it is probably dangerous to the person receiving the emotions. I would not endanger you in this way.
Both your argument regarding cultural exchange and your plan to advance in school seem logical. I assume that you have already attempted the direct approach.
I have documented thirty-nine separate occasions wherein Major Tom might have expressed his affection for Betty, fifteen of which were facilitated by Rubix. Does Hippocrates show a similar level of awareness? I have never possessed a companion animal and am unfamiliar with dogs outside the context of fiction.
It may be difficult to obtain Vulcan food in Georgia, but perhaps easier to attempt a vegetarian diet. I did some research on the matter and it is not uncommon or unhealthy for humans to do so. If you wish to attempt a change in eating habits, I can provide you with numerous references and logical arguments in favor of eliminating meat from your diet. I have also discovered a lesser number of references and logical arguments to the contrary. Either would be sufficient to convince your mother or my guardians. Perhaps I will try hotdogs and fried chicken.
Live long and prosper,
-Savas
---
Dear Savas,
I went for it. I told my counselor about not feelin' academically challenged an' I'm just a-waitin' on it to get to mama. I'll have to tell Uncle Jim how it turns out. It was mostly his idea. He can be logical when he wants to be. I did try the direct approach before and it didn't work.
I'm really the most logical human you know?! Either I'm just weird or you don't know a whole lot of humans. It could be both. You never know. Anyway, thanks! That means a lot comin' from you. You're a sweetheart.
Lessee... Y'all get engaged at seven? That's awful young, but I reckon that's the Vulcan way of doin' it and I ain't gonna make too much of a fuss over it. There must be a logical reason to do it that way, you reckon? Anyway, she died and now your guardians want you to get hitched to this other girl? And you're still sad about your mama and daddy (and I reckon the first girl too) and you ain't ready, but they don't know you ain't ready so they figure you are ready and prolly just bein' stubborn.
You're just gonna have to put on your big girl panties and tell 'em straight out what's goin' on. That's the best I got. Ain't no reason for obfuscatin' at this point. Ain't no reason to be embarassed, either. I won't make fun and I won't judge.
I was thinkin' about it in my tree and it's gonna be real hard to give up meat. Me and Hippo really like bacon. Really a lot. I really like turkey sandwiches and fried chicken and hotdogs, too. But I s'pose it wouldn't be too bad if you could help me out. I'd like to try it.
Did you read the part in The Adventures of Major Tom #5 where he was missin' the stars an' talkin' about his "lady in the stars" and such all? It went on for a whole page of that nonsense. He wasn't talkin' about the ship. He was talkin' about Betty. He missed his Betty and he didn't know where she was. Rubix knew though. Uncle Jim's way smarter than Major Tom. I reckon if he wanted to kiss a girl, he'd just do it.
I don't think Hippo's as smart as Rubix, but he usually can tell if I'm sad. Maybe dogs are a little bit telepathic, I don't know.
Shoot, that was a long letter!
Peace and long life,
-Jo
---
Dear Jo,
I am meeting with the girl who is meant to be my new bond-mate and I have little time to write today.
I did not account for the use of the ship as a metaphor for Betty. I must reevaluate the entire series.
I assume "big girl panties" is a metaphor of some kind. Fascinating. I will attempt the direct approach at our evening meal.
I shall endeavor to assist you as much as I can in altering your eating habits.
Lastly, I do not know many humans, but of those I have met (most of them adults), you are the most logical, even when you are being emotional. I do not understand how this is possible, but it is interesting.
Live long and prosper,
-Savas
---
Dear Savas,
Good luck with your guardians and the other little girl. I'm prayin' for you. Maybe she'll be nice.
Puttin' on your big girl panties means to suck it up and deal with it. Um... I guess that's a metaphor, too. I don't rightly know how to say it. Maybe it means somethin' like takin' a big deep breath and facin' whatever you got to even though you don't wanna. That's a little better I think. That's one of my idioms, isn't it?
We gotta get you out more 'cause I just can't believe I'm the most logical human you know. It's sweet of you to say, though.
I really miss my daddy today. I reckon I'm used to him bein' gone, but that don't mean I don't miss him. At least I get to write him letters now. Uncle Jim says there's somone inners- inner- Dammit! in-ter-es-ted in him on the ship and I'm tryin' to figure out who it is, but he is tight-lipped about it. He won't budge, says it's "classified."
Classified my ass. He just don't wanna say 'cause he's afraid I won't like her, but I won't know if I like her unless I know who the hell she is!
Do Vulcans have poetry? And I never did ask you what you wanted to be when you grow up.
Mama's takin' me shopping for school clothes today.
Live long and prosper,
-Jo
---
Dear Jo,
I met with T'Lan and I do not care for her company. She is uninterested in Earth culture and finds my fascination with Earth fiction..."frivolous." I refused to pair-bond with her on the grounds that we are clearly incompatible.
I explained my difficulty maintaining control and my guardians are taking this into consideration. Construction is complete on the primary school I am to attend and I resume instruction tomorrow. It will be a welcome change, though I shall be reminded of Cheerios each time I enter a learning pod. That is acceptable since it will also remind me of you.
Present your argument to Captain Kirk as you have presented it to me. You may find it useful to tell him that his fears are unfounded and illogical and that if there is to be a difficulty, the truth will prepare you to cope with that difficulty. His prevarication is unnecessary.
Vulcans do write poetry. I have attempted metered verse on numerous occasions, but I am unskilled and therefore will not subject you to my failed efforts.
Perhaps my study of Earth culture will allow me to be an ambassador to Earth. I would then be able to visit and we could meet for games of chess and cold mint tea. What profession are you interested in?
Live long and prosper,
-Savas
---
Dear Savas,
Chess and iced tea sounds nice. Maybe I'll be a doctor like Daddy and figure out how to fix Uncle Chris's legs. I get sad when I see him in that ol' chair and mad at them damn Romulans what did it to him and glad that Uncle Jim blew 'em up. I shouldn't be glad about that, but I am. That's a lot of emotions to have at once, but I reckon I can have all them feelings so long as none of 'em get outta hand. I can't do nothin' about what happened to Uncle Chris, but maybe I can help fix him when I grow up. I like playin' doctor with my stuffed buddies and it's fun to pretend, but I think I'd like to do it for real. I don't even think I'd mind the blood and guts much. Maybe I'll be a doctor on a starship and then I can come visit you. I ain't stayin' in Peach Tree forever - not if I can help it!
Sorry it didn't work out with T'Lan. Maybe you'll find somebody more compatible later on. Ain't no reason to rush about it, you reckon? It's important to be with somebody you're compatible with. My mama and daddy ain't compatible at all and I've told you what a mess that is. They used to holler at each other a lot. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
I still ain't heard about skippin' a grade in school. I'm gettin' impatient. I'm tellin' Mama I want to quit eating meat today. I'll try it for a while and if I don't care for it, I'll quit. That sounds logical to me.
Live long and prosper,
-Jo
Part 6: Intership Communication
Part 8: Dear Uncle Jim,
Author: jessofthebugs
Disclaimer: O, I have bought the mansion of a love, /But not posess'd it.
Pairing: Joanna/Savas, McCoy/[classified]
Rating: All ages
Type: Series, Epistolary, #7/40
Warnings: A little strong language, but nothing a nine-year-old hasn't heard before.
Word Count: 3005
Summary and Notes: Jo gives the best advice she can to Savas, who is dealing with the responsibilities of a young vulcan. Posted to kirk_mccoy
By the by, I'd also like to say how much I appreciate all the comments I've received so far. This is the reason I continue writing. This makes it all worthwhile. I will love the comments, hug them, pet them, and call them George.
Dear Jo,
I am at my home on New Vulcan and I continue to experience frustration. My guardians continue to choose things for me, seemingly for my own good, but misaligned with my preferences. I attribute this difficulty to the fact that they were not present during the first ten Earth Standard Years of my life and are therefore unaware of many details of this early part of my development. For example, I enjoy mapping out the logical inconsistencies in works of Earth fiction, an activity that not only facilitates my continued development in logic, but expands my understanding of human culture. They see it as an indulgence.
There is an additional matter that I do not wish to discuss, but is causing frustration that far exceeds any I have previously experienced. You often use the word "Dammit" when expressing your frustration. I have attempted so use it in context:
Dammit, the apparent disregard of my preferences by my guardians is illogical.
I have done a cursory analysis of some of the foods you mentioned. The corrected program for cornbread was most welcomed and I have discovered that legumes and cornbread when served together offer a full compliment of amino acids. On these grounds, I have convinced my guardians to try it.
Have you received any transmissions from your father?
Live long and prosper,
-Savas
---
Dear Savas,
Well, that is appropriate context, Savas, but there's somethin' about a Vulcan cussin' that just ain't right! Don't you start 'cause of me. It's a bad habit. I don't know what's got you so riled up, but I'm guessin' it must be a big deal. I ain't gonna ask, 'cause it wouldn't be proper, but I hope to goodness you work it out. I don't want you losin' emotional control over it.
Maybe "riled up" ain't the way to say it. That's kinda emotional, but you know what I mean. Anyhow, I get the same way about my mama's boyfriend. He don't know my preferences either. He thinks he understands my "social development" but like you said, he ain't been around for the first nine years and some-odd months of my life. The best friends I got are you and Uncle Jim and I can't stand most of the kids my age. Especially Luanne!
You know what she said the other day? She said Vulcans were made by the Devil and when I told her she was being illogical, she said I sounded like a Vulcan and so that means I must be corrupted by the Devil. I told her that she'd just said the dumbest thing I heard all year! I've been on a good run and I ain't punched anyone in weeks, so I didn't wanna mess that up 'cause of stupid Luanne. I wanted to punch her in the face so bad, but I went to my tree instead.
I like beans and cornbread. Mama always makes greens with it, but I don't like greens. What do you like to read? I read a lot of nature books. I've got one on dinosaurs and another on sea creatures - it's got pictures of this weird Tellarite fish with big eyes. Mama made mint tea today, so we had some on the porch, just me and her. Before you try and get some, I know some people drink tea hot, but it's supposed to be cold and sweet with ice in it. You don't have to drink it sweet, but I like it better sweet.
Daddy and Uncle Jim are okay. Daddy saved somebody's life even though there were bombs and stuff everywhere and Uncle Jim fought this dinosaur guy called a Gorn but then made friends with him.
Peace and long life,
-Jo
---
Dear Jo,
Luanne seems quite illogical, even for a human. I do not understand the insult, but you responded admirably. Choosing meditation over violence was most logical. This Luanne must be a trying individual to consistently evoke such a reaction.
I am having difficulty consistently maintaining logic and now my guardians have added to this difficulty. I am not ready for what they expect of me and it is indeed a "big deal." I fear that failing to inform them of my previous losses of control was a mistake and that they assume I have accepted the loss of my parents' katra more fully than I have. I do not know the most logical solution.
Additionally, they insist that my interest in human culture is a "waste of time." I disagree. You are my friend, Miss Joanna McCoy, and learning more about your culture is important in order to maintain that friendship. This does not mean I am uninterested in the Vulcan way. If being "riled up" is an emotional response to increasing frustration, then I am close to it.
I will not cuss if you think it inappropriate, but I am glad to know how to use the word in context. I am reading The Adventures of Major Tom and Rubix the Spacedog. I anticipate the publication of the twelfth installment so that I may add to my list of logical inconsistencies within the story.
The average ambient temperature on New Vulcan is slightly higher than that of the region of Vulcan where I lived and I find that cold mint tea facilitates the regulation of internal body temperature. I am attempting to learn how to program the replicator myself so that I can reproduce Earth foods as I learn of them.
I am glad to see that your father and Captain Kirk are well. I would like to hear more of their travels.
Live long and prosper,
-Savas
---
Dear Savas,
I'm real worried about you. I know that's emotional and maybe it ain't logical, but there it is anyway - a big ol' fat heap o' worry for my Vulcan friend. I don't have to be logical, I just wanna be so I don't get so mad all the time. If I could take all your emotions for you I would. People are used to me losin' control, so it wouldn't be no thing for me. I don't know what it is that's got you almost riled up, but I'm thinkin' on how to help. I got something rattlin' around in my head, but I gotta give it a minute.
It's sweet of you to wanna learn more about my culture, but you don't have to to make me like you. I like you just how you are. I don't know much about Vulcan stuff, really, but I'd like to learn more. They called it a "cultural exchange" at the Academy and I reckon if "exchange" means you give and you get, then we oughta learn somethin' about each other. I tried to figure out how to get P'lirit fruit but it was nothin' doin'.
I talked to Uncle Jim and he helped me figure out a way to skip a grade in school. I'll tell my counselor that I'm all mad 'cause school's about to start and if it's anything like third grade, I'll fail to be challenged, academically speakin' and that it's affectin' my ability to cope with the absence of my daddy (Uncle Jim helped me with that part). The counselor will tell mama and then maybe mama will let me skip a grade. Daddy says it's okay by him, but he's out in space and can't do nothin' about it. Does that sound logical to you?
I read Major Tom and Rubix too! Don't you think he oughta just kiss Betty and get it over with? Even Rubix thinks so and he's just a dog. Maybe he oughta just say outright he likes her so then he'll know if she likes him back or not.
I'm still thinkin' on your problem. I'll holler if I come up with anything.
And Luanne is "difficult and annoying; hard to endure." That's what it says under "trying" in the dictionary and dang if that ain't her all over!
Daddy and Uncle Jim are goin' on shore leave, so they won't be doin' anything excitin' for a while. I'll let you know if I hear somethin inner- inners- Dammit! in-ter-est-ing.
Live long and prosper,
-Jo
---
Dear Jo,
Since I cannot ascertain the most logical approach myself and my guardians have already decided what is best for me, I must find help elsewhere. You are the most logical human I have had the pleasure of meeting, so perhaps you will be able to assist me in finding a solution. I will not give many details of my situation. It is... shameful to speak of it, but I can say that Vulcan marriages are arranged by the parents or guardians of a child. I was pair-bonded to a girl when I was approximately seven Earth Standard Years old. It is not like human courtship rituals. I do not know how to explain. But she did not survive the attack on Vulcan and my guardians have found someone who they believe is a suitable replacement. I am not ready to pair-bond with another and I am embarrassed that I am having such difficulty controlling my emotions.
I am certain there is a way to transfer all emotions to another person, but it would require touching and it is probably dangerous to the person receiving the emotions. I would not endanger you in this way.
Both your argument regarding cultural exchange and your plan to advance in school seem logical. I assume that you have already attempted the direct approach.
I have documented thirty-nine separate occasions wherein Major Tom might have expressed his affection for Betty, fifteen of which were facilitated by Rubix. Does Hippocrates show a similar level of awareness? I have never possessed a companion animal and am unfamiliar with dogs outside the context of fiction.
It may be difficult to obtain Vulcan food in Georgia, but perhaps easier to attempt a vegetarian diet. I did some research on the matter and it is not uncommon or unhealthy for humans to do so. If you wish to attempt a change in eating habits, I can provide you with numerous references and logical arguments in favor of eliminating meat from your diet. I have also discovered a lesser number of references and logical arguments to the contrary. Either would be sufficient to convince your mother or my guardians. Perhaps I will try hotdogs and fried chicken.
Live long and prosper,
-Savas
---
Dear Savas,
I went for it. I told my counselor about not feelin' academically challenged an' I'm just a-waitin' on it to get to mama. I'll have to tell Uncle Jim how it turns out. It was mostly his idea. He can be logical when he wants to be. I did try the direct approach before and it didn't work.
I'm really the most logical human you know?! Either I'm just weird or you don't know a whole lot of humans. It could be both. You never know. Anyway, thanks! That means a lot comin' from you. You're a sweetheart.
Lessee... Y'all get engaged at seven? That's awful young, but I reckon that's the Vulcan way of doin' it and I ain't gonna make too much of a fuss over it. There must be a logical reason to do it that way, you reckon? Anyway, she died and now your guardians want you to get hitched to this other girl? And you're still sad about your mama and daddy (and I reckon the first girl too) and you ain't ready, but they don't know you ain't ready so they figure you are ready and prolly just bein' stubborn.
You're just gonna have to put on your big girl panties and tell 'em straight out what's goin' on. That's the best I got. Ain't no reason for obfuscatin' at this point. Ain't no reason to be embarassed, either. I won't make fun and I won't judge.
I was thinkin' about it in my tree and it's gonna be real hard to give up meat. Me and Hippo really like bacon. Really a lot. I really like turkey sandwiches and fried chicken and hotdogs, too. But I s'pose it wouldn't be too bad if you could help me out. I'd like to try it.
Did you read the part in The Adventures of Major Tom #5 where he was missin' the stars an' talkin' about his "lady in the stars" and such all? It went on for a whole page of that nonsense. He wasn't talkin' about the ship. He was talkin' about Betty. He missed his Betty and he didn't know where she was. Rubix knew though. Uncle Jim's way smarter than Major Tom. I reckon if he wanted to kiss a girl, he'd just do it.
I don't think Hippo's as smart as Rubix, but he usually can tell if I'm sad. Maybe dogs are a little bit telepathic, I don't know.
Shoot, that was a long letter!
Peace and long life,
-Jo
---
Dear Jo,
I am meeting with the girl who is meant to be my new bond-mate and I have little time to write today.
I did not account for the use of the ship as a metaphor for Betty. I must reevaluate the entire series.
I assume "big girl panties" is a metaphor of some kind. Fascinating. I will attempt the direct approach at our evening meal.
I shall endeavor to assist you as much as I can in altering your eating habits.
Lastly, I do not know many humans, but of those I have met (most of them adults), you are the most logical, even when you are being emotional. I do not understand how this is possible, but it is interesting.
Live long and prosper,
-Savas
---
Dear Savas,
Good luck with your guardians and the other little girl. I'm prayin' for you. Maybe she'll be nice.
Puttin' on your big girl panties means to suck it up and deal with it. Um... I guess that's a metaphor, too. I don't rightly know how to say it. Maybe it means somethin' like takin' a big deep breath and facin' whatever you got to even though you don't wanna. That's a little better I think. That's one of my idioms, isn't it?
We gotta get you out more 'cause I just can't believe I'm the most logical human you know. It's sweet of you to say, though.
I really miss my daddy today. I reckon I'm used to him bein' gone, but that don't mean I don't miss him. At least I get to write him letters now. Uncle Jim says there's somone inners- inner- Dammit! in-ter-es-ted in him on the ship and I'm tryin' to figure out who it is, but he is tight-lipped about it. He won't budge, says it's "classified."
Classified my ass. He just don't wanna say 'cause he's afraid I won't like her, but I won't know if I like her unless I know who the hell she is!
Do Vulcans have poetry? And I never did ask you what you wanted to be when you grow up.
Mama's takin' me shopping for school clothes today.
Live long and prosper,
-Jo
---
Dear Jo,
I met with T'Lan and I do not care for her company. She is uninterested in Earth culture and finds my fascination with Earth fiction..."frivolous." I refused to pair-bond with her on the grounds that we are clearly incompatible.
I explained my difficulty maintaining control and my guardians are taking this into consideration. Construction is complete on the primary school I am to attend and I resume instruction tomorrow. It will be a welcome change, though I shall be reminded of Cheerios each time I enter a learning pod. That is acceptable since it will also remind me of you.
Present your argument to Captain Kirk as you have presented it to me. You may find it useful to tell him that his fears are unfounded and illogical and that if there is to be a difficulty, the truth will prepare you to cope with that difficulty. His prevarication is unnecessary.
Vulcans do write poetry. I have attempted metered verse on numerous occasions, but I am unskilled and therefore will not subject you to my failed efforts.
Perhaps my study of Earth culture will allow me to be an ambassador to Earth. I would then be able to visit and we could meet for games of chess and cold mint tea. What profession are you interested in?
Live long and prosper,
-Savas
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Dear Savas,
Chess and iced tea sounds nice. Maybe I'll be a doctor like Daddy and figure out how to fix Uncle Chris's legs. I get sad when I see him in that ol' chair and mad at them damn Romulans what did it to him and glad that Uncle Jim blew 'em up. I shouldn't be glad about that, but I am. That's a lot of emotions to have at once, but I reckon I can have all them feelings so long as none of 'em get outta hand. I can't do nothin' about what happened to Uncle Chris, but maybe I can help fix him when I grow up. I like playin' doctor with my stuffed buddies and it's fun to pretend, but I think I'd like to do it for real. I don't even think I'd mind the blood and guts much. Maybe I'll be a doctor on a starship and then I can come visit you. I ain't stayin' in Peach Tree forever - not if I can help it!
Sorry it didn't work out with T'Lan. Maybe you'll find somebody more compatible later on. Ain't no reason to rush about it, you reckon? It's important to be with somebody you're compatible with. My mama and daddy ain't compatible at all and I've told you what a mess that is. They used to holler at each other a lot. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
I still ain't heard about skippin' a grade in school. I'm gettin' impatient. I'm tellin' Mama I want to quit eating meat today. I'll try it for a while and if I don't care for it, I'll quit. That sounds logical to me.
Live long and prosper,
-Jo
Part 6: Intership Communication
Part 8: Dear Uncle Jim,