![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aldersprigTo ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ellenmillion's prompt.
The apocalypse was the last thing I was expecting when I went back to school.
Let's be honest, I really wasn't expecting much of anything except an escape from reality.
I liked being a student. I was good at it, I enjoyed it, and, unlike the work world, it enjoyed me back. So, when I got sick of grunt jobs, miserably low-paying crap, and all the bullshit that went along with the Real World, I went back to college. No better way to get out of planning for the future, right?
You'd think that being a Perpetual Student would have ill-prepared me for the apocalypse, but, as it turned out, you'd be wrong. I like learning, too, you see. And classes only fill so much of your time. And college campuses are full of people who like to teach you things.
All of which combined to turn me into sort of a post-apocalyptic Jane of All Trades.
Step One: Fail at the Real World. Check.
Step Two: Drop back into college with a vengeance. Check.
Step Three: End of the world. Check.
The Botany department has a cabin out past the edge of the town where they do field studies. By the time the armies overran the town, I was already out there, with two Botany students and a pre-med guy who tagged along.
We did some shopping first, of course, and then some more shopping, afterwards. It's interesting the things people will leave behind when they're panic-shopping. It's interesting how much use you can get out of those things.
Now the four of us are running a school. It amuses me, a little, that I've gone from real-world dropout to teacher, but those that remain need a lot of teaching. And they have a lot to teach, too, or they wouldn't have made it through the first three passes.
Everyone takes turns, teacher and student. And everyone - everyone - takes notes.
We're planning for the future, here, after all.
ellenmillion's prompt.The apocalypse was the last thing I was expecting when I went back to school.
Let's be honest, I really wasn't expecting much of anything except an escape from reality.
I liked being a student. I was good at it, I enjoyed it, and, unlike the work world, it enjoyed me back. So, when I got sick of grunt jobs, miserably low-paying crap, and all the bullshit that went along with the Real World, I went back to college. No better way to get out of planning for the future, right?
You'd think that being a Perpetual Student would have ill-prepared me for the apocalypse, but, as it turned out, you'd be wrong. I like learning, too, you see. And classes only fill so much of your time. And college campuses are full of people who like to teach you things.
All of which combined to turn me into sort of a post-apocalyptic Jane of All Trades.
Step One: Fail at the Real World. Check.
Step Two: Drop back into college with a vengeance. Check.
Step Three: End of the world. Check.
The Botany department has a cabin out past the edge of the town where they do field studies. By the time the armies overran the town, I was already out there, with two Botany students and a pre-med guy who tagged along.
We did some shopping first, of course, and then some more shopping, afterwards. It's interesting the things people will leave behind when they're panic-shopping. It's interesting how much use you can get out of those things.
Now the four of us are running a school. It amuses me, a little, that I've gone from real-world dropout to teacher, but those that remain need a lot of teaching. And they have a lot to teach, too, or they wouldn't have made it through the first three passes.
Everyone takes turns, teacher and student. And everyone - everyone - takes notes.
We're planning for the future, here, after all.
no subject
Date: 2013-02-04 03:03 am (UTC)I love the idea of a mutual teaching society like that. From there they can build up civilization again.
no subject
Date: 2013-02-04 03:05 am (UTC)