Young Adult Novel
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Chapter nine. It was time to take things up a notch and essentially any and every way possible. With Jordan's help, I was going to get to the next level running wise, but academically, I was in serious need of reform. Math wasn't gonna happen. I knew that. I keep meeting with Hayden and I try to pay more attention, but the most I could hope to achieve in that class was a C I need to do is own in on my other classes. If I could nail them than math wasn't going to see me, the key was focused. I've been distracted for the last two days, but that was behind me now. Wanda's attacker was still out there, but now that everyone knew that he wasn't likely to pull anything any time soon, I wasn't going to challenge him, either. No more running down dark corridors for me. If I saw Wanda in Hayden getting mushy on the way back from art, I would just have to suck it up and deal with it. Besides, considering Hayden and Jordan's not so intimate relationship, odds are we wouldn't be taking that route anyway. From now on. I was taking a presidency in the library. First on my agenda was that damn sociology project. I had done literally nothing since drawing my term out of the bucket. Time was running out. I had three weeks to write my paper and come up with a mind blowing speech. Since I was about as good as research as I was the quadratic equation, I didn't waste any time slogging through the Internet on my own. I went straight to the reference desk. The librarian was a man in his early thirties, wasn't wearing glasses or cardigan, which unnerved me. Warrant librarians supposed to be painfully serious people. Excuse me, I inquired. I could use your help in finding some info for an assignment. If you have time, that is. A mumbled nervously man looked up from his computer screen. He was playing one of those massive multiplayer online games where there's always a loaded weapon in the forefront. Doubt was creeping in. Who's your teacher? In what period do you have? Um, this didn't seem particularly relevant, but I answered anyway, I have Mrs right for fifth period. The librarian Bill, according to his name tag, moved his finger down a list of names and numbers taped to the side desk. So it's sociology. Then I nodded. Yes. Do you have your assignment? She with you? I cringed. Yeah, I didn't realize I would need it. It's a pretty simple assignment. Bill rolled his eyes. I can look it up for you. If it's too much trouble, it's not really necessary. Bill cut me off mid sentence. Oh, trust me, it's necessary if you want. In A Mrs Right is incredibly specific. I should know. I took her class 15 years ago. Not much has changed the way he said it. It implied that he had earned a less than stellar great himself. If you think it will help, I said it will. You're doing the speech on a random sociology term assignment, right? Yep, I wondered if Mrs Wright had really been giving the same assignment for 15 years. What's your term? I pulled the tiny scrap of paper from my back pocket deviants. Bill smiled, pausing from a search for the assignment sheet. You start gold on that one. How so? I haven't exactly given it a great deal of thought yet. Consider where you are. Deviants won't exactly be difficult for your peers to relate to. He had a point. I can't find an extra copy of that assignment sheet. I'll have to print out a new one. But for now, I'm going to get you started by pointing out a few good resource is with that, he showed not use my student i d card to log on to some databases. I've never heard of a database before, but the way he explained it, it was basically a search engine that dealt only with the subject you were looking for. So in my case, I search through a database made specifically for sociology students and professionals. He also showed me an encyclopedia of sociology. That I could use is a reference according to Bill. Mrs Right always required one book source, which I could see for myself if I looked closer at the assignment sheet with the encyclopedia. I had the book source covered. All I had to do was copy the definition of deviance from the book and work it into my speech. Somewhere. Bill turned out to be my hero of the day. I'd like to help you more, he said, But I've got a raid in 20 minutes. A raid? I asked incredulously, in the library. What are they looking for in here? Isn't this place like the purest place on campus? Bill laughed. The raids online. I play Wow, I'm a lower. That's cool, I said, trying to sound like he hadn't just said the lamest thing possible. No, he replied, It's not, but thanks for pretending. You come by my desk before you leave, I'll give you that assignment sheet. I think Bill and made my way back to the stacks. I made a photocopy of the encyclopedia entry and then dove into the database. Bill is right. It was a lot easier to find stuff on there than on Google. There were no ads pretending the websites, and you didn't have to worry about whether or not the information was legit. Everything on there was published by some sociologists or another. The bigger problem was deciding what mattered. There were literally thousands of articles on Didion's How is that going to narrow down what to put in my speech? I needed a break and I needed food. I decided to call it a night on sociology and save what was left of my brain for algebra. I stopped to say goodbye to Bill on the way out. I was going to be spending a lot of time in the library from here on out, so it made sense to be on friendly terms with him. At the moment, Bill was completely engrossed in his game. I cough to get his attention. Ahem. One sec. Boo yah built the rest, his hands into the air and triumph. A something Gore field happened on the screen. So that's wow, huh? No, Bill cried. Whiles graphics or more. Cartoon like this game is more realistic. Cool? No, not cool. He smiled and leaned over to grab a small stack of papers from under his desk. When he did, I caught a glimpse of a tattoo poking out of the back of his T shirt collar. I only saw it briefly, but I had to stifle a giggle is I was pretty sure Bill had the deception logo printed just below his hairline. You look amused, Bill said was scrutinizing my face for evidence. It's nothing. I squeaked, suppressing a smirk, right? I don't know about you yet. Here, take these. Miss Hand were two sheets of paper. One was clearly the assignment sheet that he had highlighted several areas. The other was a neatly folded slip of stationary. I didn't ask him when it waas. As I exited the library, I unfolded the paper. An insanely messy print bill had written. 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