Post details: In Trouble Again
01/20/05
In Trouble Again
Well, I'm having one heck of a ninth birthday. During art class, those two Terran kids who think they're so funny, Rodney and Chuck, started harassing me. Chuck took modelling clay and made himself a pair of pointed ears. Then Rodney made ridges for his forehead. Then they start blowing kisses at each other. Real funny. AAARRRGH!!
Computer, play the audio from Taarel's latest recital.
(a Vulcan lute sonata begins)
I tried to keep it cool, too. I ignored them for a long time, and no matter what they did, the teacher never seems to see them. I think she hates me. They think because they're both 13, they're soo-o-o-o cool, and I seem to be the only one who thinks otherwise.
HA! Taarel missed a note, right there. Right in the middle of his first piece! I'll have to write and tell him I found it, on the first playback.
Anyway, I ignored them until Rodney came up and asked me how a Vulcan and a Klingon . . . I can't even say it. He's a veQ romuluSngan, so I treated him as such. Then Chuck tried to save him, and then Miss Sorenson called security, and they're both in the infirmary, and they actually put me IN THE BRIG! Father had to come down and sign a PADD to get me out, and I'm expelled from school for a week.
So then, I had to go see a counselor. I got that Betazoid Ensign again, but this time he didn't soil himself when he read my thoughts. I tried to explain that I'm sick of always being the one who's wrong. How come Rodney and Chuck are never wrong? Or Melissa? Or Svellex? Do they go to counselors, and get sent to the brig?
(The hiss of an opening door is heard)
"Am I disturbing you, son?"
"No, Father. Come in."
(There is a long pause, during which the music continues)
"Is this Taarel?"
"Yes. He made a mistake in the first piece, but other than that I think he played really well. It's his latest recital, about a month ago. I just got it yesterday."
(Another long pause)
"I miss Taarel."
(Soft sobbing is heard)
"I will speak with Chuck and Rodney's parents this evening."
(sniffing)
"So you believe me?"
"Of course I believe you. I know you too well, and I have no reason to think you are lying. It would be illogical."
"Nobody else believes me."
"Actually, they do. It's just that your responses are worse than what they did to you. You are not in trouble for taking offense to their misbehavior. You are in trouble for overreacting to it."
"You didn't hear what Rodney said about you and Mother."
"They didn't put you in the infirmary. If they had, I might have let your mother speak with their parents. Plus, you injured Miss Sorenson."
"I did?"
"You broke her nose."
(pause)
"I didn't know."
(pause)
"I'm sorry. I'll tell her, too."
(pause)
"Do you remember me telling you about Ambassador Spock, who your Forefather knew?"
"Spock was half human. I am A KLINGON! I will ALWAYS be this way. I can't STOP MYSELF!!"
(Seraat sighs)
"You don't have to stop yourself. If you fight with yourself, you will start to hate yourself. Vulcan emotions come from deep, and form slowly, and we are able through discipline to keep them in check. Klingon emotions are just as strong, but they are like fire instead of water. They form quickly, and remain always at the surface of consciousness. I believe the trick for you will be to learn to hold on to them until you can express them in a . . . more appropriate manner."
"I know, Father. I do my personal logs, and I do my exercises, and go to the holodeck, and chant with Mother."
"Taarel uses his music this way."
"Really? I didn't think Taarel had emotions."
"Just listen to him play. He will probably leave Vulcan when he's old enough, because his music is too moving for most home world audiences. He's already branching off into Terran composers. Why do you think he likes to spend time with you?"
(pause)
"Do you think you would like to learn an instrument?"
"I could never be as good --"
"You don't have to be. You only have to be good enough to express yourself. One note can be played an infinite number of ways. Do you know who told me that?"
"Who?"
"Taarel."
(pause)
"Yes, I think I would like to learn an instrument."
"It will not be easy. You will have to practice. Some of the scientists on board are talking about starting a chamber orchestra. I will see if one of them would be willing to teach you. Would that be all right?"
"Yes, Father."
"Good. You go clean up for dinner."
"Yes, Father."
"What were you doing before I came in?"
"Oh. I was making an entry in my personal log. Computer, end log."
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