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Occupation: Nursing Student | Patient Sitter | Alpha Nu Member
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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."
Nov 24 2016, 08:30 PM
i suppose it was only right, since i’d dreamt of you in a garden.
in it, you did not run from me
but towards. in it,
my skin did not rot in sunlight and i was not forced to hide it under the earth
Once upon a time
Spring was eternal, and harvest was always bountiful.
Once upon a time
Her mother was a possessive thing, a Lady of Harvest who gave and gave and gave to the mortals of the world once had a daughter and couldn't bear the idea of giving her away. And so when her child was born, grew like grain or corn and the other bounties she was tied to, a garden was made. Secret, far from any prying eyes, allowed by her grandmother Earth itself. Her mother gave and gave and gave bounty to the mortals of the world
but her daughter she'd hidden away, and alone this girl grew in her garden, tending to her own bounties.
(She was Life as well, Prosperity and Youth.)
No one knew what she looked like, her name or who she was, but somehow news of her existence slipped away from the Earth
and so mortals prayed to her as well. This faceless sheltered thing.
And she heard their prayers, placed her hands against the walls of her gardens and tried to answer. She did what she could, but knew so little beyond her garden's walls. She could not understand every prayer, she could not answer, she could not see if she was doing anything at all.
It gave her a nervous energy, a bounce in her step that sees flowers grow underneath as she paces and paces and paces
and feels like she isn't doing enough.
But her mother is such a worried thing, cradles her in her arms when she begs to be allowed to do more and coos so softly and sweetly. Darling, darling darling darling...
she would say, this is who you are, this is how you must stay. Darling darling darling, you are Youth and Life and the world will corrupt you. And then
what good will you be
to the people who need you?
(What good will you be, no longer hidden away? Nameless, faceless Life and Youth, what will you be if anyone sees your face?
What will you be if you were allowed to learn and grow?
Perhaps we shall see.)
She is a good girl, a restless girl who's heart aches to leave and see the people who call to her, but a good girl all the same. She does not disobey.
She is where she always is.
In her garden, breathing life into flowers that grow larger and beautiful than any else on Earth though, should things go her mother's way, no one will know this except her and the Earth itself. But, a Lady of Harvest should know
(sometimes plague hits, sometimes famine sweeps, sometimes crops don't grow, and sometimes sometimes sometimes they do in the most unlikely of places)
things don't always go according to plan.
Scholastica is alone as she is so often.
And then, suddenly
she realizes she isn't alone any longer.
Sep 18 2016, 07:13 PM
because they're baiting youthread warnings:
religious themes, hospital care
She shouldn't be here
, that's the first thing she thinks one early morning in the ER when she sees the name written on the chart of the nurse she had been speaking to.This was a mistake.
But she knows what her auntie would say, holding her on her lap and bouncing her up and down with a black skirt that goes down to the floor. God doesn't make mistakes, Dove,
He creates opportunities
for you to better yourself. And she tries, and she tries and she tries and she tries not to think this is a test
but maybe it was.
Early on, she'd decided she was going to take every opportunity her program allowed her. She's still early on in clinicals, only really knows how to take a blood pressure and can't even pass medications yet, but someone sends an e-mail out. Offers a job to those interested. Sitters
, for patients who can't be left alone. A boring job
some people say, but you can get your homework done.
She thinks this is the perfect opportunity, and so she goes for it.
This is a test
almost certainly. Because she gets to the unit early by almost an hour, ready, and as it turns out the patient she's set to watch has been moved
, and the nurse leaves her behind to find out where Scholastica has to go instead. They're standing by a door when this happen, one the nurse walked out of with a chart
and her eye immediately caught the name.Madison Darlington
In that room.This is a test,
to mind your own business. Be good, keep your nose clean, pretend you never saw it at all. But... (and she hates herself immediately because she thinks just a peek
and isn't that how it always starts?)
she looks into the room, door open, and a peek turns into a stare. Because there she is
she forgets she's visible, standing in the door the way she is.
(this was a test
and she'd failed it, almost certainly)