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Being For the Benefit of Miss Redfield-Kennedy
After being trapped in a mistletoe force field with Vega, and her subsequent rescue by her father, Sherry retreated into her room to study. Just like she'd intended to do in the beginning. Her hairband sat next to her on the bed and she kept playing with her lengthening hair as she read. Every once in a while her brow would furrow as she memorized a difficult problem, or her lips would move as she mouthed a sentence or passage.
Chemistry was kind of fun, though when she saw something that she clearly remembered not being on the periodic table, she had to stop, read it, read it again, and try to fit it in. That was the real problem with people from all over: science not fitting where it was supposed to.
But that wasn't science's fault, now was it?
Sherry pulled her eyes away from her screen and looked at her mother's bed. She knew she couldn't be rightnext to Claire all the time, but she hadn't seen her mother in a few hours (at least this time, Sherry was fairly sure she wasn't missing somewhere with her father - Leon had to work), and wondered just what Claire was up to. For a moment, she pondered asking her mother what she was doing with her day, and when were they eating dinner.
What did she have to study next?
Oh. Right. English. Bleh. She looked for the lesson and groaned. She already spoke English, and spoke it very well, if she said so herself. So why did they insist on teaching it for years and years? It was just the same thing over and over. Adjectives, nouns, prepositional phrases...!
Still... "Infinitive Phrases," she started aloud. "An infinitive phrase is what you get by combining an infinitive with an object. Pfft. It may be used as a noun, adjective or adverb. Boring." Sherry read the examples and frowned "...Why would a person's secret desire be nuzzling flagpoles? How do you even nuzzle one?" she questioned the empty room.
Chemistry was kind of fun, though when she saw something that she clearly remembered not being on the periodic table, she had to stop, read it, read it again, and try to fit it in. That was the real problem with people from all over: science not fitting where it was supposed to.
But that wasn't science's fault, now was it?
Sherry pulled her eyes away from her screen and looked at her mother's bed. She knew she couldn't be rightnext to Claire all the time, but she hadn't seen her mother in a few hours (at least this time, Sherry was fairly sure she wasn't missing somewhere with her father - Leon had to work), and wondered just what Claire was up to. For a moment, she pondered asking her mother what she was doing with her day, and when were they eating dinner.
What did she have to study next?
Oh. Right. English. Bleh. She looked for the lesson and groaned. She already spoke English, and spoke it very well, if she said so herself. So why did they insist on teaching it for years and years? It was just the same thing over and over. Adjectives, nouns, prepositional phrases...!
Still... "Infinitive Phrases," she started aloud. "An infinitive phrase is what you get by combining an infinitive with an object. Pfft. It may be used as a noun, adjective or adverb. Boring." Sherry read the examples and frowned "...Why would a person's secret desire be nuzzling flagpoles? How do you even nuzzle one?" she questioned the empty room.

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"I don't think he'd ever be able to get the hang of knitting."
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"Tell him it'll involve 'a creative use of sharp objects'. He'll be dying to learn then."
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"Yeah, we'll pass on that." He chuckled a bit, then looked up at her. "What about you, though? You finding a way to keep yourself busy between crises?"
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"Most of the time. Admittedly there isn't a hell of a lot for me to do around here without evil corporations to dig dirt up on and organize protests against." The life of a TerraSave member. It is so glamorous.
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"If I'm looking for a job as a secret agent or in the BSAA, sure."
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"So what kind of job would you be looking for?"
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"Honestly?" she replied, sighing a little heavily. "I have no idea."
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"What did you want to be... before Raccoon City happened?"
He knew she was a college student, but after Raccoon, both their lives ended up revolving around Umbrella and bio-terrorism.
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"I wanted to be a teacher." She'd never particularly regretted the turn her life had taken after Raccoon City. It was hardly the normal life she'd initially envisioned, but she did a lot of good working with TerraSave, and she knew she'd never really be able to settle into a life where she wasn't able to take an active role in ending all of the suffering Umbrella caused.
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"Really?" He couldn't say that he had ever pictured her as a teacher.
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"Yes, really. I always knew I wanted to work with kids."
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"You always were good with kids." Better than he was, in any estimation.
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"And a bunch of other motorcycle-related careers, but I ended up settling on going into Early Childhood Education. I figured I could be that one cool teacher who rides a motorcycle." Because she definitely wasn't the school marm type.
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"I bet the parents would've loved that," he remarked.
The more he thought about it, though...
"Would you still want to do that? The teaching part, at least."
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At his question though she frowned a little thoughtfully again, tilting her head slightly.
"...Yeah. I mean I didn't really get past all the preliminary stuff while I was in school, but I do still kind of want to teach."
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"Well," he stated thoughtfully, "it's not like there aren't a whole mess of kids here who need to learn. About something other than nuzzling flagpoles."
Seriously, wtf was that?
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"Yeah, sure. But what would I teach? Lockpicking 101 and how to disassemble a sniper rifle in less than thirty seconds?"
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"...why not? Much as I hate to say it, this isn't the safest situation. Those kids'll need to learn how to be resourceful, if only to get themselves out of the way of whatever trouble that finds them."
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"You're right," she replied after a moment, nodding her head a little. "Maybe something more like scouts, though. Survival stuff and maybe some gun safety. Just so they know what to do if we aren't there to help them right away."
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"You're definitely qualified to teach that."
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"I'll have a talk with the kids' principal about adding it to the offered courses."
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