Post by dinah on Mar 16, 2012 13:12:03 GMT -5
Hannah Kyle had been in the research center for about four hours so far. It wasn't that she minded studying. It was a necessary evil that went along with being a college student. Even better, it was her day off, so she had the whole day and night to catch up on papers she had admittedly let slip.
But there was only so much she could stand to read about the Woman's Suffrage Movement. Girl power, woo, conveniently sweeping under the rug that their support of Prohibition opened the doorway for the American Mafia to take major hold in the country, hurrah. No, she wasn't anti-women's rights, but she was aware enough to know that if she added that little tidbit, her bra burning, phallus squashing, professor would certainly give her a pretty red C. And she needed an A badly.
Passing Women's History in American Government.
or give a paper that is actually worth a damn.
It was a problem she was debating, and it didn't seem to be getting any better. Every argument had a counterargument, and every counterargument had a countercounterargument. There would be no winning this.
With a sigh, Kyle pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, her blue eyes staring at the words on the page that she could swear she was reading twice that she could swear she was reading twice. Her mind began to wonder as she decorated her text book with little drawings. How doth the little busy bee improve each shining hour? And gather honey all the day from every opening flower!
Maybe it wasn't a situation of compromise, but a problem of laziness. Truth be told, she would really rather not write this stupid report. How skillfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads the wax! And labors hard to store it well. With the sweet food she makes.
How many times could her professor read dribble about how it was an important idea for women to have rights, even on days they were having their period? In works of labor or of skill I would be busy too; For Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do.
Enough stalling, she had to figure out how to do this without compromising her personal beliefs. In books, or work, or healthful play, let my first years be passed that I may give for every day some good account at last. OTHER PEOPLE! She could have other people handle this for her! Digging in her messenger bag, Kyle grabbed the tape recorder she used for notes, looking around. She needed someone, anyone...
AHA! A girl! Perfect! Racing over with nimble steps, Kyle plopped herself right next to a girl she did not know. Holding the tape recorder our, she asked her questions with no introductions. "What is your opinion on modern feminism?"
