In which the student Felicity Storm applies herself to school in the hope of convincing her mother that she doesn't need more than a year to gain academic note before entering vocational education ...
"All right, so tell me what you've decided on."
Fliss looked over at her mother, sighing softly. It had taken a while for her to decide properly on what subjects she wanted to study this year, and there was always room to adjust her chosen curriculum, but since the whole point was to convince Liv that she would be ready for the working world by next September, she knew better than to argue.
"Well, I'm sticking with Fire Magic," she said. "I've learned a lot from that, and there's always more. And there's this theory class that I started - kinda deep for me, but I guess it's a challenge, right' I found a basic First Responder course that I joined up to - you know, CPR, bandaging, that kind of thing."
Liv smiled at her from where she was kneeling on the kitchen floor, sorting out a whelping box for their heavily pregnant, soon to give birth dog. Bella was currently napping in the living room with Jasper, having opted not to go visiting the Rogers with the rest of the household.
"That sounds like a good starting point," she nodded to her daughter. "And I'm sure Aunt Lucy would be more than happy to give you a little advanced medical if you really wanted it. That all seems very aimed toward your chosen career, though. Wasn't there anything else you wanted to do just to enjoy learning about something?"
Fliss bit her lip, trying not to roll her eyes. "There's a Meditation course," she said quietly, not particularly wanting to explain why she had chosen that one. "I enjoyed the History of Rhy'Din course, so I thought I'd sign up for another history class - History of Magic on Earth. It's just a general "Earth" idea, but it's pretty interesting. And, uh ..." She fidgeted, almost embarrassed to admit to this. "I signed up to the Singing and the Dancing courses, too. Because I enjoy it!"
Liv chuckled at how quick Fliss was to justify her choices. "And other courses will become available over the year, won't they?"
Fliss nodded, glancing down at her notebook. "Not everything has homework," she admitted reluctantly. "But you know what I'm like with homework. Unless someone else has notes I can compare with mine, I'm going to be terrible at it anyway."
"Sweetheart, you are not terrible at anything," Liv insisted. "But there is no reason to think you are somehow below the level of everyone else just because you don't have an aptitude for purely academic pursuits. Don't compare yourself to anyone else; it never helps, trust me."
"Oh, come on," Fliss snorted. "How would you know" You're always perfect."
Liv's laughter this time was loud and heartfelt. "Oh, sweetheart, I am anything but perfect," she promised. "Ask your father. When we first met, I compared myself with everyone, and I never came out on top. I very nearly destroyed any hope of a relationship with Johnny because I was so certain he would never be interested in anyone like me. Shows what I knew, doesn't it?"
She rose from the floor, moving to stroke her hand over Fliss' abundance of wheat-gold hair. "You are Felicity Storm, and that is all you need to be. No one else can be you, and you have far more to offer than you realize. So do what you want to do, learn what you want to learn. Just don't start fighting fires until you're seventeen, that's all I ask."
Fliss smiled, twisting in her seat to hug her mother about the waist warmly. "Thanks, Mom."
"All right, so tell me what you've decided on."
Fliss looked over at her mother, sighing softly. It had taken a while for her to decide properly on what subjects she wanted to study this year, and there was always room to adjust her chosen curriculum, but since the whole point was to convince Liv that she would be ready for the working world by next September, she knew better than to argue.
"Well, I'm sticking with Fire Magic," she said. "I've learned a lot from that, and there's always more. And there's this theory class that I started - kinda deep for me, but I guess it's a challenge, right' I found a basic First Responder course that I joined up to - you know, CPR, bandaging, that kind of thing."
Liv smiled at her from where she was kneeling on the kitchen floor, sorting out a whelping box for their heavily pregnant, soon to give birth dog. Bella was currently napping in the living room with Jasper, having opted not to go visiting the Rogers with the rest of the household.
"That sounds like a good starting point," she nodded to her daughter. "And I'm sure Aunt Lucy would be more than happy to give you a little advanced medical if you really wanted it. That all seems very aimed toward your chosen career, though. Wasn't there anything else you wanted to do just to enjoy learning about something?"
Fliss bit her lip, trying not to roll her eyes. "There's a Meditation course," she said quietly, not particularly wanting to explain why she had chosen that one. "I enjoyed the History of Rhy'Din course, so I thought I'd sign up for another history class - History of Magic on Earth. It's just a general "Earth" idea, but it's pretty interesting. And, uh ..." She fidgeted, almost embarrassed to admit to this. "I signed up to the Singing and the Dancing courses, too. Because I enjoy it!"
Liv chuckled at how quick Fliss was to justify her choices. "And other courses will become available over the year, won't they?"
Fliss nodded, glancing down at her notebook. "Not everything has homework," she admitted reluctantly. "But you know what I'm like with homework. Unless someone else has notes I can compare with mine, I'm going to be terrible at it anyway."
"Sweetheart, you are not terrible at anything," Liv insisted. "But there is no reason to think you are somehow below the level of everyone else just because you don't have an aptitude for purely academic pursuits. Don't compare yourself to anyone else; it never helps, trust me."
"Oh, come on," Fliss snorted. "How would you know" You're always perfect."
Liv's laughter this time was loud and heartfelt. "Oh, sweetheart, I am anything but perfect," she promised. "Ask your father. When we first met, I compared myself with everyone, and I never came out on top. I very nearly destroyed any hope of a relationship with Johnny because I was so certain he would never be interested in anyone like me. Shows what I knew, doesn't it?"
She rose from the floor, moving to stroke her hand over Fliss' abundance of wheat-gold hair. "You are Felicity Storm, and that is all you need to be. No one else can be you, and you have far more to offer than you realize. So do what you want to do, learn what you want to learn. Just don't start fighting fires until you're seventeen, that's all I ask."
Fliss smiled, twisting in her seat to hug her mother about the waist warmly. "Thanks, Mom."