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Post by viola on Feb 1, 2008 19:15:08 GMT -5
Annemarie smiled, defeated like, as she couldn't even speak through all of what she had meant for the article she wanted doing. She wanted a piece on respect and what it meant to different people. She wanted to know the similarities, the differences from multiple perspectives and then on top of that she wanted to see if respect for one another changed after the Deva Invasion. She wanted to know if people were respected less, or more, and why they were being judged as such. But how did one say that out loud?
She shook her head. "I'm confusing even myself. An article like what I was thinking would need dedication of the utmost, and above all else patience to get the questions answered that were needed to be answered about respect and the changes of it after the Deva. Respect based on class status, blood type, positions of power. Every person I have found have some similarities, and then some differences with their perspectives on respect. I was thinking that an article about it, would enlighten our young readers, and the professors....helping all of us to undersand a bit more where another is coming from with how they treat one another. But nevermind youself with it, Mr. Thornton....I'm not so sure if the paper is where such an article needs to be anymore."
She had meetings with students whom didn't like her or the positions she held. She had had conversations with collegues whom thought less of her than they thought of house elves, and for what reason? No one could give. But one thing stood out most in her mind, and it happened to be what the young Mr. Jedynak had told her.....
Just because I don't like you, doesn't mean I cannot treat you with respect....and more of it than you have probably been shown thus far.
He was a horrible man, whom knew truths that she knew....and knew how to use them for his own advantage.
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Drew Thornton
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Post by Drew Thornton on Feb 2, 2008 0:13:18 GMT -5
He hated to be told to "nevermind" himself, finding the phrase to be condecending, but he decided it would be better to just let it go and smile back.
"Well, I think that for the most part, people... students at least... respect one another irregardless of class, bloodline, country of origin, position of power, house, whatever," Drew answered back. "I can't speak so much for the professors. I mean, everyone has prejudices, but hopefully it's our respect for one another that will break down those prejudices, right? And we are human, so sometimes those prejudices might get the best of us, but on the whole, I think we're pretty good at working together... at least from what I've seen."
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Post by viola on Feb 2, 2008 0:45:43 GMT -5
Annemarie listened as the young Mr. Thornton spoke for the entire student body and she disagreed with him again, but this time silently. Arguing with this young lad had proved absolutely disastrous the last time, and this time, Annemarie had no more patience for arguing of any kind. She could see where he was coming from, but at the same time already knew more aspects on whom thought what about respect than the boy needed to know. It was not his problem that she was finding herself harassed more than some, nor did she need for him to know how beaten down her entire soul was at that time. Annemarie continued to smile as she nodded his head, knowing that for him it was different than living was for her.
"I'm so glad you've seen that from your fellow students," she said to him, feeling as if she needed to comment. it may have been true, especially with the Deva invasion, that the students and professors were equalized and placed on the same playing field in order to get rid of those whom were evil and cruel. It probably was true that they all worked together to get rid of a common goal, but from what she had seen in her classes, and what she had found from even her colleagues, there was still so much work to be done, and using the paper to do it was absolutely the worst idea she had probably come up with.
Who would listen to the paper any how? Now that she was the adviser, she almost wondered if it too was getting as much slack as she found herself getting. She hoped not for the young Miss Hjort's sake, because the young blond Gryffindor seemed like she needed an outlet for her speech to take place (rather than the school wall --Annemarie internally shook her head at that memory--) and so, she hoped people still did read it.
And then the argument of being human came up, and Annemarie figured it would eventually. For every time there was a problem needing someplace to place blame, it always seemed to go somewhere like on the fact that all humans made mistakes. And Annemarie knew that to be true indeed, after all, she was more muggle than most of them there she believed. But why was there a scapegoat needed at all? She didn't want to ask the question, however, because again, she didn't want to debate with the boy. What was the point? Had her Father in Heaven abandoned her? She'd never think of it....didn't want to think of it....and yet, she did.
"Well, you see then my dilemma," Annemarie nodded. "It's a very complicated issue that I think is much too big for a school paper." She said, then hoping that there meeting was done. She grew tiresome of it, and wanted more than anything else to forget about it.
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Post by Drew Thornton on Feb 2, 2008 1:57:07 GMT -5
Again, he felt like he was being talked down to, given a proverbial pat on the head and handed a cookie for his naive viewpoints on the world and his fellow students. So maybe he did believe in the goodness of humanity. It just made him want to fight the dark parts even more.
"I suppose I do," he answered, offering her a sympathetic smile. He doubted she'd ever see the students at Hogwarts as anything more than just children. He, on the other hand, thought they deserved more credit than that. He supposed that it was again a difference in the meaning of respect.
"Well, thank you for your time," he said, feeling that there was probably little more that could be said. They were on two opposite ends of a number of spectrums and while he felt he got a little more understanding as to who she was, he doubted they'd ever see eye to eye.
At least he hadn't yelled at her this time.
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Post by viola on Feb 2, 2008 2:09:09 GMT -5
Annemarie nodded, not knowing really what else to do. She could say all she wanted, do all she wanted, and yet he'd never understand. Maybe it was because he was a child, and therefore had not the years she did. Or maybe, it was because she was closed minded as he had once said to her....or was it him? No longer could she remember what stab had come from what student and yet, she continued to take the blows.
"Anytime, Mr. Thornton," she said to him as he thanked her and looked down at her work. Underneath her hand, the beginning of her resignation that she'd probably never hand in, but still had just in case. What purpose did she have, if only she was worth the price of a scapegoat?
However, with how well they were on terms with each other, he still hadn't proven to her that he was anything more of what she thought. She never asked him to, and would never do such things. She could see such potential in him, and yet, it was potential wasted as he couldn't even see her perspective on the way things worked. Annemarie figured it was the age difference, for how many years had she lived through everything compared to him? Many. And therefore, no matter what, they would never see eye to eye...
because both of them had long ago closed that bridge to ever wanting to see in each other's eyes.
"Please....Mr. Thornton," she said, about to ask him to do something she rarely ever did. "Shut the door on your way out." And with that, she stopped talking....stopped breathing....and just thought.
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Post by Drew Thornton on Feb 2, 2008 3:04:06 GMT -5
"Good day, Professor," Drew answered, his upper lip twitching with just a hint of a smile. He knew that was his cue to leave and he wasn't planning on missing it this time.
She didn't look up at him and whether she was really working or just feigning for his benifit, he didn't care. He backed towards the door, slipped through, and closed it behind him, greatful to have escaped with all body parts and point counts still intact.
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