"I don't even know what critical analysis means," Sasha groans, throwing her pen across the desk, but doesn't give into the urge to slam her head there too when she feels Jean's arms around her.
She doesn't know if other people had failed her. Usually she was the one who caught the blame for her educational failures. Her teachers always said she wasn't paying enough attention to text to 'read between the lines' to find the words that weren't actually printed there. Maybe she was actually too stupid to get it and her former teachers just passed her onto the next grade because they felt sorry for her. Or worse, they were tired of dealing with her at all.
Sometimes she accepted the blame because it was easier to just consider everybody else who could read just fine knew better than a dummy would. Sometimes it angered her because she knew how to survive the coldest winters with the little her family got from the food banks and make meals stretch and they didn't. But at least now in college, she can blend into the large crowds, though this means she can be found in the back of the lecture halls, trying to make sense of the big words the professors seem to love using. At least, though, they don't notice her enough to call her out on it.
The best of everything is that Jean has never called her stupid. He teases her, sure, when she doesn't get a joke or something not too important, but the word has never left his lips in regards to her. It's why she feels safe coming to him with her homework when it gets too much like now. He promised to help her and he will. Just after she eats dinner because food, man, it has never led her astray.
"Did you get extra fries?" She looks up at him with her brown eyes, wide and hopeful, as if Jean has ever once returned from Porco's without their family sized bucket of fries strictly for her.
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She doesn't know if other people had failed her. Usually she was the one who caught the blame for her educational failures. Her teachers always said she wasn't paying enough attention to text to 'read between the lines' to find the words that weren't actually printed there. Maybe she was actually too stupid to get it and her former teachers just passed her onto the next grade because they felt sorry for her. Or worse, they were tired of dealing with her at all.
Sometimes she accepted the blame because it was easier to just consider everybody else who could read just fine knew better than a dummy would. Sometimes it angered her because she knew how to survive the coldest winters with the little her family got from the food banks and make meals stretch and they didn't. But at least now in college, she can blend into the large crowds, though this means she can be found in the back of the lecture halls, trying to make sense of the big words the professors seem to love using. At least, though, they don't notice her enough to call her out on it.
The best of everything is that Jean has never called her stupid. He teases her, sure, when she doesn't get a joke or something not too important, but the word has never left his lips in regards to her. It's why she feels safe coming to him with her homework when it gets too much like now. He promised to help her and he will. Just after she eats dinner because food, man, it has never led her astray.
"Did you get extra fries?" She looks up at him with her brown eyes, wide and hopeful, as if Jean has ever once returned from Porco's without their family sized bucket of fries strictly for her.