there, turned into some kind of lecture Nazi after that. Her main mission was apparently to ruin all chances any students would have of socializing in her class as she seemed determined to keep us taking notes from the minute the bell rang to begin class until the final bell where she had to reluctantly dismiss us from English until the next day where she had us trapped for another sixty minutes and could begin her note taking torture all over again.
The lesson I took away from this experience was that finals at JHS were taken very seriously. In most cases I wasn't worried about being behind academically from my classmates because the places I had attended school had been top-notch.
That my father had sent me to some of the best schools around was always ironic to me. If he were going to use the schools so he could accomplish his goal of out of sight, out of mind trick, I always reasoned any school should've been fine. But again, I assumed my Gran had somehow managed to intervene.
The schools I attended were great even if I did attempt to get kicked out of each one. And that meant that despite my intentions, I received a good education while in attendance.
At this high school I wasn't sure what the format of the final tests would be, and I didn't want to pull any bad grades because somehow I knew in a town as small as Jasper whatever I did, good or bad, would reflect on Gran. This was the one thing that kept me being civil to Keller. Gran liked him. And if what she said was true about the upkeep of the farm, she needed him.
I had made things hard enough on Gran all those years with the tension I had caused between her and my father. I didn't want that for her now. If I could make things easier on her, I would. Even if that meant playing nice with Keller.
Faith pulled out her food from her lunch bag and smiled at Granger as she began talking. That was one thing I'd come to admire about Faith; she was never short on conversation. I was also impressed that Granger and Keller didn't seem to bother her in the least. Part of that was probably because she was involved with someone who didn't go to Jasper High School, so she wasn't interested in anything but friendship from any guys who went to her own school. Nothing seemed to rock her perfectly matched, manicured world.
"So, does anyone have plans for the weekend?" she asked.
"Work," Granger and Keller said in unison.
I was immediately curious where Granger worked, but I knew if I asked, Keller would make some smart comment that I never asked about his job and we were basically neighbors, so I bit my tongue.
"I have zero plans," I confessed instead. "I keep thinking I should get a job, but Gran doesn't really want me to get one yet. She says if I want to work, she'll pay me for doing chores around the farm, but somehow that doesn't seem right to me when she's already paying for everything else for me. Like, why on earth would I take a paycheck from her, ya know? But for right now I kind of have to take her up on her offer because I don't know what else to do. Or at least until I can figure out where would be the best place for me to work."
"I worked at the Dairy Dip during the winter," Faith volunteered, "but when my grades started slipping, my parents insisted I quit. I can't say I was exactly sorry about having to leave my place of employment. There is nothing so distasteful as learning how the food you love to eat is actually prepared.
Faith sighed. "The Dairy Dip was one of my favorite restaurants, too." She shuddered slightly. "I haven't been able to eat there since my foray into the kitchen of chaos."
"Why, Faith Johnson," Keller said her name as though he was shocked. "You let your grades slip on purpose, didn't you? You needed an excuse to quit work."
Her face flamed red, and I was glad to see someone besides me having that problem for once. I wondered how Keller had known to accuse her of something like that. Before I could speak up to defend her, I heard her
The lesson I took away from this experience was that finals at JHS were taken very seriously. In most cases I wasn't worried about being behind academically from my classmates because the places I had attended school had been top-notch.
That my father had sent me to some of the best schools around was always ironic to me. If he were going to use the schools so he could accomplish his goal of out of sight, out of mind trick, I always reasoned any school should've been fine. But again, I assumed my Gran had somehow managed to intervene.
The schools I attended were great even if I did attempt to get kicked out of each one. And that meant that despite my intentions, I received a good education while in attendance.
At this high school I wasn't sure what the format of the final tests would be, and I didn't want to pull any bad grades because somehow I knew in a town as small as Jasper whatever I did, good or bad, would reflect on Gran. This was the one thing that kept me being civil to Keller. Gran liked him. And if what she said was true about the upkeep of the farm, she needed him.
I had made things hard enough on Gran all those years with the tension I had caused between her and my father. I didn't want that for her now. If I could make things easier on her, I would. Even if that meant playing nice with Keller.
Faith pulled out her food from her lunch bag and smiled at Granger as she began talking. That was one thing I'd come to admire about Faith; she was never short on conversation. I was also impressed that Granger and Keller didn't seem to bother her in the least. Part of that was probably because she was involved with someone who didn't go to Jasper High School, so she wasn't interested in anything but friendship from any guys who went to her own school. Nothing seemed to rock her perfectly matched, manicured world.
"So, does anyone have plans for the weekend?" she asked.
"Work," Granger and Keller said in unison.
I was immediately curious where Granger worked, but I knew if I asked, Keller would make some smart comment that I never asked about his job and we were basically neighbors, so I bit my tongue.
"I have zero plans," I confessed instead. "I keep thinking I should get a job, but Gran doesn't really want me to get one yet. She says if I want to work, she'll pay me for doing chores around the farm, but somehow that doesn't seem right to me when she's already paying for everything else for me. Like, why on earth would I take a paycheck from her, ya know? But for right now I kind of have to take her up on her offer because I don't know what else to do. Or at least until I can figure out where would be the best place for me to work."
"I worked at the Dairy Dip during the winter," Faith volunteered, "but when my grades started slipping, my parents insisted I quit. I can't say I was exactly sorry about having to leave my place of employment. There is nothing so distasteful as learning how the food you love to eat is actually prepared.
Faith sighed. "The Dairy Dip was one of my favorite restaurants, too." She shuddered slightly. "I haven't been able to eat there since my foray into the kitchen of chaos."
"Why, Faith Johnson," Keller said her name as though he was shocked. "You let your grades slip on purpose, didn't you? You needed an excuse to quit work."
Her face flamed red, and I was glad to see someone besides me having that problem for once. I wondered how Keller had known to accuse her of something like that. Before I could speak up to defend her, I heard her
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