We Intertwine [8/30]
A/N: I've been sick and busy and just tired and depressed about everything. But Brittana manages to fix my mood, at least for a little while. Here's an update~!
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Chapter 8: Special Thinking
I guess it's because I'm the only one whe's been around her for these past two days, but I think right now I'm the only one who understands the way Brittany thinks. I'm staring, trying to hold in my laughter as Mr. Schuester is mentally pulling out his hair while trying to teach Brittany math.
"Okay Mr. Schue, I'm pretty sure that we won't really need fractions in our real life. I mean, whole numbers are way easier to work with, and they look better too, and they're less confusing."
The blonde one babbles on and on and I can just feel Schue's need to bang his head on something. Brittany wasn't exactly stupid. I don't know her back story, but she does know some things, so I'm pretty sure she has some sort of education. Her understanding of math is that when you put numbers together, there are more numbers, when you take them away, there are less numbers, when you put two numbers together and they 'multiply', they increase, and when you divide them up, they decrease. It was common sense to her. If something wasn't common sense she wouldn't allow it to process. At least, without any practice.
I refuse to believe that she's stupid, and anyone who makes fun of her for her different way of thinking, I'll kick their ass Lopez style.
"Brittany, fractions are very important! Especially in things like cooking. There are many fractions involved in recipes." I love how he's biting his tongue to stay cool and polite.
"I find recipes...confusing," she mumbles to herself. Aww, she just made a cute face.
"Mr. Schue, just try on a different subject already," I announce, starting to get annoyed with their bickering. Well, more like bored. Brittany's so focused on learning she hasn't really paid much attention to me.
"Okay okay, let's go to geography. Brittany, where do we live?" What a vague question, is he mocking my blondie?
"Planet earth," she responds. I snicker, wondering if she was being a smart ass or just...no that look on her face means she's serious. Poor thing, I think I'm going to make sure I'm in all her classes so that no one can tease her.
Mr.Schue's head makes contact with the desk and Brittany looks over to me clueless. I smirk at her, reassuring her that everything's okay. She smiles back at me and I feel less bored.
It's only been an hour, but I'm sure this will be a very entertaining day.
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It's 5 o' clock and I didn't have any time with Mr. Schue and he has to leave in about 30 minutes. I'm lounging on the couch, looking rather unlady like but no one's paying attention so I don't care. Instead of listening to music I'm listening to the rather pleasant sound of Brittany answering Schue's questions, getting half of them oddly correct and the other half being answered with more questions.
Blondie just has a special way of thinking, and I'm pretty convinced of that. I think Schue finally sees it too since he's giving Brit a written test on everything they learned today.
I turn myself over, watching the blonde girl write away, looking so very focused. As Mr. Schuester walks off to get some ice for his bruised head, I casually walk over to peep at Brittany's test.
To my pleasant surprise, she was getting the majority of the questions right. But then again, these questions are only of a grade 5 level so it shouldn't be too difficult. As she munches on the end of her pencil in frustration I put my hand on top of her shoulder to calm her down. She turns to me with a smile and returns to her work.
Mr. Schuester walks back in with an ice patch on his head and two advil in his hands. I have to admit I have a small thing for seeing other people miserable, but not in the cruel way. More in the HAH-you're-more-unfortunate-than-me way.
He wanders over and tells Brittany that he wants to see how she's doing so far. He picks up the sheet and looks surprised and pleased at the same time. Maybe a little too surprised, and maybe a little too pleased. He congradulates Brittany on a job well done and pats her on the head. She grabs my hand in reflex and squeezes lightly, her face basically beaming with pride.
At first I thought maybe this process would be too boring for me, and I wanted summer to come faster. But looking at her like this, how happy she was that she was doing so well, I think I'm going to enjoy this process very much.
"Do you have any other questions Brittany?" he finally asks her when he puts her test down.
"Well, I've always wondered where babies came from."
Very very much.
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Chapter 8: Special Thinking
I guess it's because I'm the only one whe's been around her for these past two days, but I think right now I'm the only one who understands the way Brittany thinks. I'm staring, trying to hold in my laughter as Mr. Schuester is mentally pulling out his hair while trying to teach Brittany math.
"Okay Mr. Schue, I'm pretty sure that we won't really need fractions in our real life. I mean, whole numbers are way easier to work with, and they look better too, and they're less confusing."
The blonde one babbles on and on and I can just feel Schue's need to bang his head on something. Brittany wasn't exactly stupid. I don't know her back story, but she does know some things, so I'm pretty sure she has some sort of education. Her understanding of math is that when you put numbers together, there are more numbers, when you take them away, there are less numbers, when you put two numbers together and they 'multiply', they increase, and when you divide them up, they decrease. It was common sense to her. If something wasn't common sense she wouldn't allow it to process. At least, without any practice.
I refuse to believe that she's stupid, and anyone who makes fun of her for her different way of thinking, I'll kick their ass Lopez style.
"Brittany, fractions are very important! Especially in things like cooking. There are many fractions involved in recipes." I love how he's biting his tongue to stay cool and polite.
"I find recipes...confusing," she mumbles to herself. Aww, she just made a cute face.
"Mr. Schue, just try on a different subject already," I announce, starting to get annoyed with their bickering. Well, more like bored. Brittany's so focused on learning she hasn't really paid much attention to me.
"Okay okay, let's go to geography. Brittany, where do we live?" What a vague question, is he mocking my blondie?
"Planet earth," she responds. I snicker, wondering if she was being a smart ass or just...no that look on her face means she's serious. Poor thing, I think I'm going to make sure I'm in all her classes so that no one can tease her.
Mr.Schue's head makes contact with the desk and Brittany looks over to me clueless. I smirk at her, reassuring her that everything's okay. She smiles back at me and I feel less bored.
It's only been an hour, but I'm sure this will be a very entertaining day.
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It's 5 o' clock and I didn't have any time with Mr. Schue and he has to leave in about 30 minutes. I'm lounging on the couch, looking rather unlady like but no one's paying attention so I don't care. Instead of listening to music I'm listening to the rather pleasant sound of Brittany answering Schue's questions, getting half of them oddly correct and the other half being answered with more questions.
Blondie just has a special way of thinking, and I'm pretty convinced of that. I think Schue finally sees it too since he's giving Brit a written test on everything they learned today.
I turn myself over, watching the blonde girl write away, looking so very focused. As Mr. Schuester walks off to get some ice for his bruised head, I casually walk over to peep at Brittany's test.
To my pleasant surprise, she was getting the majority of the questions right. But then again, these questions are only of a grade 5 level so it shouldn't be too difficult. As she munches on the end of her pencil in frustration I put my hand on top of her shoulder to calm her down. She turns to me with a smile and returns to her work.
Mr. Schuester walks back in with an ice patch on his head and two advil in his hands. I have to admit I have a small thing for seeing other people miserable, but not in the cruel way. More in the HAH-you're-more-unfortunate-than-me way.
He wanders over and tells Brittany that he wants to see how she's doing so far. He picks up the sheet and looks surprised and pleased at the same time. Maybe a little too surprised, and maybe a little too pleased. He congradulates Brittany on a job well done and pats her on the head. She grabs my hand in reflex and squeezes lightly, her face basically beaming with pride.
At first I thought maybe this process would be too boring for me, and I wanted summer to come faster. But looking at her like this, how happy she was that she was doing so well, I think I'm going to enjoy this process very much.
"Do you have any other questions Brittany?" he finally asks her when he puts her test down.
"Well, I've always wondered where babies came from."
Very very much.