Log: Cadie & Jason
Who: Cadie & Jason
When: Tuesday, January 17
Where: Orchestra class
What: blacking out and waking up
Jason woke up, startled and confused. He blinked and looked around. He was in class and he...fell asleep in class. It was unlike him. He always made sure to pay attention and this was Orchestra. It was his favorite subject. He felt ashamed for having dozed off. It may have only been for a few minutes, judging from the clock above the whiteboard but it was still a few minutes. He turned to Cadie, who was sitting beside him, and nudged the other boy with his foot. When he was sure Cadie was paying attention to him, he mouthed, “What happened?”
Blinking rapidly, Cadie looked around trying to figure out why he felt like he had just woken up. Sleeping in class was not something he usually did and especially not in orchestra. Glancing over at Jason he shrugged, unsure. It seemed as if everyone was just waking up. *No idea,* he replied with a flick of his hand a confused expression. I had the strangest dream, he scribbled onto his notebook.
At the mention of dream, Jason’s mind flashed back. He had a dream as well, although he didn’t consider it strange. He was more bothered by the fact that he fell asleep during class. “It is most certainly strange,” he whispered back. “And I had a dream as well...”
Were they the only ones who thought this was strange? Everyone was beginning to wake up now, including the teacher. what was your dream? Cadie asked. He'd dreamed of being atty his parents store working on inventory. Worst dream ever.
“New York.” He knew he didn’t have to elaborate on what those two words meant since Cadie knew. “Yours?” He wondered what Cadie’s dream was.
*My parent’s shop,* he signed, grateful that Jason knew more sign than the average person he interacted with. The other teen wasn’t fluent, but he understood a good deal. New York was the goal for both of them, though Jason was applying to Juilliard (and Cadie assumed other similar conservatories though neither talked about it) now and Cadie was applying the following year. Despite not being able to speak, Cadie had worked at his parent’s music store for years just like his older brother and sister had for years before him.
“I see.” Jason wasn’t sure if he should ask Cadie to elaborate. Dreams were a bit personal after all. “Good or bad?”
He shrugged, *I was doing inventory,* Cadie fingerspelled the last word slowly so that Jason could understand it. Fingerspelling was difficult even for those who were fluent in ASL. Firstly, there was the issue of spelling a word correctly by the signer, then there was the fact that understanding it was not easy. Once he was certain that Jason understood it, he continued, *It’s...not good or bad. I do a lot of inventory,* it was something he could do in a day on his own and frequently was assigned that job since he didn’t need to speak with it.
It took Jason awhile to interpret the signs. He still considered himself average when it came to ASL. “That doesn’t sound fun at all.” Actually, it sounded boring.
Inventory was boring, but he could put in his earbuds and listen to music which helped a lot. It was what it was. Just another part of working for a business like he did. *I wish it’d been New York too,* he remarked. That would have been better. Cadie had been to New York of course, but he had no plans to go this summer as far as he knew, though he probably would sometime in the coming fall, both to visit Jason and to check out Juilliard for himself.
Jason hummed in response. New York definitely trumped inventory. He was glad he dreamt of it instead of something else. Up ahead, their teacher seemed to have finally regained his bearings. “Talk more later?”
Cadie snorted, but nodded agreeably. Teachers rarely chastised him for talking in class simply because he didn’t disturb people and because he had to have anything he said spoken by someone else. *Sure.*
When: Tuesday, January 17
Where: Orchestra class
What: blacking out and waking up
Jason woke up, startled and confused. He blinked and looked around. He was in class and he...fell asleep in class. It was unlike him. He always made sure to pay attention and this was Orchestra. It was his favorite subject. He felt ashamed for having dozed off. It may have only been for a few minutes, judging from the clock above the whiteboard but it was still a few minutes. He turned to Cadie, who was sitting beside him, and nudged the other boy with his foot. When he was sure Cadie was paying attention to him, he mouthed, “What happened?”
Blinking rapidly, Cadie looked around trying to figure out why he felt like he had just woken up. Sleeping in class was not something he usually did and especially not in orchestra. Glancing over at Jason he shrugged, unsure. It seemed as if everyone was just waking up. *No idea,* he replied with a flick of his hand a confused expression. I had the strangest dream, he scribbled onto his notebook.
At the mention of dream, Jason’s mind flashed back. He had a dream as well, although he didn’t consider it strange. He was more bothered by the fact that he fell asleep during class. “It is most certainly strange,” he whispered back. “And I had a dream as well...”
Were they the only ones who thought this was strange? Everyone was beginning to wake up now, including the teacher. what was your dream? Cadie asked. He'd dreamed of being atty his parents store working on inventory. Worst dream ever.
“New York.” He knew he didn’t have to elaborate on what those two words meant since Cadie knew. “Yours?” He wondered what Cadie’s dream was.
*My parent’s shop,* he signed, grateful that Jason knew more sign than the average person he interacted with. The other teen wasn’t fluent, but he understood a good deal. New York was the goal for both of them, though Jason was applying to Juilliard (and Cadie assumed other similar conservatories though neither talked about it) now and Cadie was applying the following year. Despite not being able to speak, Cadie had worked at his parent’s music store for years just like his older brother and sister had for years before him.
“I see.” Jason wasn’t sure if he should ask Cadie to elaborate. Dreams were a bit personal after all. “Good or bad?”
He shrugged, *I was doing inventory,* Cadie fingerspelled the last word slowly so that Jason could understand it. Fingerspelling was difficult even for those who were fluent in ASL. Firstly, there was the issue of spelling a word correctly by the signer, then there was the fact that understanding it was not easy. Once he was certain that Jason understood it, he continued, *It’s...not good or bad. I do a lot of inventory,* it was something he could do in a day on his own and frequently was assigned that job since he didn’t need to speak with it.
It took Jason awhile to interpret the signs. He still considered himself average when it came to ASL. “That doesn’t sound fun at all.” Actually, it sounded boring.
Inventory was boring, but he could put in his earbuds and listen to music which helped a lot. It was what it was. Just another part of working for a business like he did. *I wish it’d been New York too,* he remarked. That would have been better. Cadie had been to New York of course, but he had no plans to go this summer as far as he knew, though he probably would sometime in the coming fall, both to visit Jason and to check out Juilliard for himself.
Jason hummed in response. New York definitely trumped inventory. He was glad he dreamt of it instead of something else. Up ahead, their teacher seemed to have finally regained his bearings. “Talk more later?”
Cadie snorted, but nodded agreeably. Teachers rarely chastised him for talking in class simply because he didn’t disturb people and because he had to have anything he said spoken by someone else. *Sure.*