#sueixm

[warblest]

SUE SYLVESTER.

( continued. )

❝ i need you to sign this slip. ❞ a flimsy, marigold-yellow paper dangles between pinched fingers. ❝ now that i’m attending dalton, halfway through the school year ——— i have to transfer some of my classes. ❞ finishing up the basics: maths, geometry, languages — and another. ❝ i want to be excused from one — lesson, in particular. mr. schuester won’t do it, he insists it’s a part of my education. and ms. pillsbury wasn’t exactly my teacher, so she can’t. but you were the principal, so ... ❞ the paper is laid down, slid towards her end of the desk: requesting absence from human reproductive class. he knows the basics, in glimpses and snippets, so why the emphasis on formal education of such subjects — his ears color: boy-red. ❝ ... and in exchange, i could tutor some cheerios ? ❞ kurt watches sylvester, hoping — if not for compliance out of charity, then from pity.

[chngjr]

“ you keep saying thanks. i hate that word, thanks. ”  ||  @sueixm

         ‘‘ HOW.....HOW CAN YOU HATE THE WORD.....you know what,              never mind. i’m not even going to ask. would you prefer i use a different word               or just not talk to you in general ? ’’