mermaid_radio
Synopsis
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Excerpt
Katie drew a square in her notebook paper. She knew everything the teacher was saying and so the lecture quickly lost her interest. Spacing off during class had gotten her in trouble before. It was a risk to turn her attention to doodling. The teacher might ask her a question and she wouldn’t have any idea what to say. Not listening definitely didn’t lower her grade, though. Katie had always been the kind of student who learned fastest through doing hands-on projects. Listening to a teacher lecture about a new concept was about the slowest and least efficient way for her to understand an idea.
Underneath the square Katie drew another square, and another. She connected the squares with arrows How many possible combinations of relationships were there among these objects? She looked around the room She and the other students sat in a grid of desks, all facing towards the front. But most of the kids in this class were also in her English class and in that room the same number of desks were arranged in a circle.
She was beginning to make a new diagram, one with squares in a circle, when the bell rang and everyone in her class got up and headed for the door. Katie quickly shut her notebook and stuffed it in her backpack along with the other stuff she had been using to pretend she was paying attention. Her backpack was a pink one. She carried it even though she really didn’t need to. All the textbooks were available on the desk screens and she had backups on her ebook reader of course. Most of the kids never carried anything between classes. Sure a lot of girls had purses on any given day but that was usually just a discreet place to store maxi pads. Katie had seen another girl carrying a backpack between classes once and had asked her about it. It turned out that the girl’s name was Kline and she was fond of art class and often had some paints and a large sketchbook on hand in case she had free time she could work on her art. Kline had asked Katie about her reasons for carrying a backpack and Katie had explained that she liked to draw as well, but more symmetrical diagrams that illustrated ideas she had. The conversation had ended shortly after that as each girl realized they were totally different from each other and probably had much less in common than the backpack habit and shared interest in sketching had at first seemed to indicate.
So it was unusual for Katie to see Kline flagging her down in the hallway as she exited the classroom. Sure Katie knew the other girl but they were never really friends.
