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Feb 11 2018, 10:43 PM
young people speaking their minds
getting so much resistance from behindScholastica Řezník
] & Lottie Field
[ warnings : religious themes, heterosexism / homophobia (through religious excuses) ]
The last few times she's been to the Jonesport food and clothing drive she's seen her.
Or, she thinks
she has. They've always worked way across a high school gym from each other, sorting different things with different students to send off to the local homeless shelter or to donate around Maine. This is a bigger drive than most in Monroeville, after all, and only bimonthly. So it's not all that odd to go months without knowing someone, or seeing their face properly, unless you try very
It seemed an invasion of privacy, something that wouldn't help her at all and would only hurt if it didn't do anything at all. And, besides, more than once she'd brought Eurydice, and it seemed rude to leave her to go and see.
But, while its not odd to go months without knowing or seeing someone, it's also not odd to stumble across someone you've never seen before, suddenly working with you, despite coming for some time. When she realizes she was right, coming face to face with Lottie Field while sorting out water bottles in a box, she smiles.
She's a little too proud about being right
It makes her move back, look to the ground, be a little more modest about knowing who was in front of her.
(She'd gotten kicked out of school a year ago, kicked out of her home. Scholastica had never approved
of Lottie's lifestyle, but the idea of dropping someone from your family entirely for one little sin was an idea that made her sick with anger. It was wrong, and cruel, and it wasn't as if Lottie had been a cruel person either. Of most of those girls, Scholastica knew a few who were more than kind, who she sort of liked even if Adrienne didn't.
Well, she doesn't know what Adrienne felt about Lottie, but Scholastica knows at least she was nice.
And, now Scholastica knows she's here
One little sin feels so small compared to that.)
"Hi, Lottie, right? I don't know if you remember me," she's bouncing on one foot. "How have you been?"
Feb 11 2018, 10:19 PM
Emmanuel Lamb had invited her some time ago to his meetings, but at some point between then and now she'd picked up far more work and ended with less time than she'd believed
she'd have for the first semester. She thinks Adrienne is expecting more from her this year, and even if she wasn't
Adrienne to trust her more. It lead to, on top of work and classes and her charity work, more and more for the sorority she was pulling into her arms.
She'd caught him at other events, begging forgiveness and fretting until he'd promised the offer was always on the table. Each week she'd looked for a place to stick it, just an hour, something
Things slowed down considerably in her first week of the new semester, after the horrible few days that had been the blizzard. Not incredibly so, as Scholastica was the type of person who's mind would work itself up worse with idle time, but she manages to find one day she thinks he'd mentioned before, a few hours free.
So, she calls first, confirms that she's correct a week in advance
but still frets when the day comes, fingers working into her cross until she feels the gems dig into her skin too tight.
She's fifteen minutes early, planned, but she comes in after waiting ten to say a prayer and worry a bit more. She knocks before she does, peeking her head into the door like it's a private place, and not a public shop.
"Hello. Um! Hi. I came."
Nov 22 2017, 06:21 PM
One thing she'd never realized, though in hindsight she supposes she should
have given Eurydice's history:
she's never been to church.
Which, of course she hasn't. Still, Scholastica feels like she made a fool of herself a few days prior when she and Eurydice had been working somewhere together. She'd gestured to the pretty Catholic cathedral that had been in town and asked have you ever been in there?
, everything about Eurydice's background forgotten until a second after she'd asked. Of course
she hasn't, not when she'd been locked in a house most of her life until just last year. Not when, as far as Scholastica knows, she's one of the only people who Eurydice associates with regularly.
After a thousand apologies, it's turned into this:
the two of them, just after a service has ended in that same church, Scholastica feeling energized and full of love again as she latches onto Eurydice's hand, pulling her out into the crisp fall air.
"So? What did you think?"
Jul 21 2017, 01:47 PM
This year, Scholastica's thrown even more of her all into the first few weeks of school, Rush Week
, than she usually does.
Last year had been stressful, after all. For Alpha Nu, Pi Phi, and for Adrienne
especially. Scholastica had spent the rest of the summer, time when she wasn't working or flitting from charitable event to charitable event to volunteer work to work again, thinking about how she could fix that. After all, Alpha Nu had become something of a home to her, and she admired Adrienne Kang more than she could even say.
The idea of coming back with nothing was simply unthinkable, and so she'd decided to put a hundred and ten percent back into everything around here.
(Of course, a hundred and ten meant pushing time off something else
and, of course, Scholastica being who she was... pushed off hours of sleep
She's fine though! You certainly couldn't tell, though her face is a little more pale, and the brightness in her eyes is dulled in the corners, and she knows
it can't last forever but then... neither can Rush Week, right?
She thinks, she can last this long. She's done it before.)
It's open house at Alpha Nu Omega, and so the common room is filled with possible inductees and sisters alike. Scholastica has made a decision, a determination to talk to everyone in the room, make a good impression, and pass out a load
of flower crowns she'd stayed up one night making.
It's like this, Matilda Rae King meets her, coming close, almost out of nowhere with a weary yet chipper voice. "Hi! I haven't gotten your name yet, here, would you like one?"
Dec 18 2016, 04:38 PM
The snow had just stopped falling a few minutes ago, and Scholastica Reznik still has remnants of it melting on her coat and clothes. Her hands ache through her gloves as she sits out on a bench with a paper cup of coffee to warm them in her hands. Just a few steps away is the entrance to a church, with its driveway all swept of snow as of just a few minutes ago
It wasn't supposed to happen like that, really. She'd been too restless again, bouncing now without schoolwork or clinicals to keep her occupied, and her job only being part time, Scholastica had far too much free time on her hands. And idle hands are
the Devil's playings, as her mother once said, so she certainly couldn't let that continue for much longer. She'd come to the church she frequented here in Monroeville early in the morning looking less for this sort of work, and more for any event they may be hosting the coming week.
But, she'd seen someone struggling to get their car out of the lot after last night's snow, and before she could even get inside she'd swept herself away in offering to help in any way she could, which of course led to her and one of the younger deacons being saddled with shovels and asked to clear the snow.
It was the deacon who'd brought her the coffee, when she didn't have the heart to say she didn't like
coffee very much she'd simply resolved to sit and drink it, needing a break from the cold anyway.
The deacon had gone in, but according to Scholastica she still had a small section of the parking lot left to go, and she shouldn't get used to the warmer insides of the church until all the work was complete. You see, this was just a break
, and a small one at that. (Plus, in her humble opinion, she liked
watching people pass by on the street.)
She's fidgety as always, however, moving in the cold seat and twisting and turning half a cup of coffee in her hands. It's this sort of thing that gets her into trouble
it's this sort of thing that her mother really did warn
her about when the cup twists too much in her hands and ends up flying out of them. She jumps up, squeaking at the fact that it had hit the feet of someone else, feels shame bubble in her chest. "Oh my gosh, that was hot, are you... oh I'm so sorry."