can you hear me now? not good? {dan}

[FELICE GIRAUD]

THERE WAS A TIME I WAS everything

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Physics was a little annoying. But the confusion was part of what made it so fun. The teacher's view on experimentation was much more like actual science in that if you screwed up you still got a good grade because you now knew what not to do. And he didn't mind that her labs were mostly the numbers and that her notes were in French. Once she'd written a rather interesting story of a girl in a spaceship who could see and speak to ghosts and travelled around the universe to discover and help wayward souls of all different races instead of notes on the experiment to see what would happen. Apparently he was dating the French teacher and they had quite a bit of fun reading it, and since her graphs and numbers were all still sound, she only got a short talk to take the integrity of the scientific journal a bit more seriously next time or be docked points. That made the class a bit more annoying because now she knew she had to make sense.

The particular experiment today had basically been playing with slinkies to observe the behavior of waves and interacting waves. It was awesome. Other than the fact the girl she'd kind of sort of made friends with and had paired with today hadn't gotten it at all. She was complaining the whole time about how stupid it was and how she felt she was being treated like a little kid. Felice pulled out her phone to complain on twitter.

Felice Giraud @danseuseaumasque
I do not understand some people. A teacher is letting you use a slinky in class. How are you complaining? #confused

She'd been trying to tweet in English since a number of her followers now went to Baum and obviously wouldn't be bothered to learn French. A few had unfollowed her when she'd tweeted nothing but French for weeks when staying at her house in Paris. It was very upsetting. After tapping tweet and sending the her passive-aggression to the safe confines of the internet, she sighed and glanced around to see that she wasn't the only one on her phone. In fact, most of the class was now. The slinky had been more of a basis for a lecture than an experiment, and most groups had already understood what was happening. It had been fun, sure, but the waiting was always annoying. Not as annoying as her lab partner had been. She wouldn't be going with her again. She already had a usual group anyways. Felice was more like a back-up. And now this girl would be one to Felice. She did not even really remember her name... Rebecca or something else common and American. She remembered that much. Maybe something like Ashley? Oh, it didn't matter.

Looking around the classroom again in her boredom and pessimism, she found a source of entertainment in the seat next to her with a boy on his phone. Glancing over, she discovered he was also on twitter and she smiled. Maybe she could try to find him. She glanced up to peek at his face, then returned quickly to her phone, only sneaking a peek when she thought he surely wasn't looking. She'd never spoken to him, which was a little odd since they sat next to each other. Maybe he just liked technology more than actual human interaction. She could get that. Sometimes.

But there was something about his face... She'd definitely seen him somewhere other than in this class... And she didn't think it was something like seeing him in the halls... No, Felice definitely remembered him from something specific. Looking at her phone, she adjusted in her seat as she looked at the most recent tweets. She spotted a few that looked a bit like him, but not really. In a generic way, and there was something specific she KNEW she'd find on him. What it actually was, she had no idea. Continuing to scroll, she came across a series of funny ones and laughed to herself before looking at the icon and freezing. No way. Tapping to go to his page, she was certain it was him. He was dantheman22. He was so funny! He was one of her favorites she followed. Oh this was so weird. This was going to be weird.

Oh, but she had to now!

Felice Giraud @danseuseaumasque
So, I just discovered that @dantheman22 sits next to me in Physics. This is very exciting! I am probably being creepy right now. #Ihopenot

Biting her lip, she nervously tapped tweet and waited for the sound of a notification or for him to start looking around or talking. Felice really hoped this would be a pleasant encounter, otherwise she'd feel very uncomfortable every time she read another tweet by him and that would be regrettable as they really were quite funny. She continued to glance over at him, suppressing the giggles at her own antics threatening to bubble up and send her into a fit. She certainly didn't need anyone in this class thinking she was any more strange than normal.

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"This is your character talking!" and now this is what their thoughts look like

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this thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 with lyrics from elton john, it's tagged for @dantheman22 & its a total of WORDCOUNT. you can see what FELICE is wearing right here and all i have to say is hey how are you looking forward to this trainwreck XDD

[DAN KAPLAN]

you speak to me in words
and I look at you with feelings
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Dan’s aid was being #literally the most unhelpful person in the world right now. Dan had noticed her interpretative signing grow slower and clumsier as the stupid teacher’s lecture had dragged on and on throughout the period. At one point it had fizzled out completely, and Dan had spotted her eyelids drooping lazily. Rolling his eyes, he’d reached over to shake her. Look, I know this is boring, he’d signed, trying and probably failing to not look irritable, but I need these notes. Mom’s going to kill me if I fail another test.

The woman had rubbed her eyes, glancing around confusedly, like she’d just woken up on a different planet and had no idea how she’d gotten there. Sorry, of course, let me just…step out for two minutes. She’d heaved herself up from her stool and stumbled from the room.

Well, it had been about ten minutes now, and she still hadn’t returned. Dan had hastily scribbled down the equations that the teacher had written on the board, but had no idea how to make head or tail of them #fuckingscience.

Dan Kaplan @dantheman22
What a phenomenal use of our tuition money the Baum Special Ed program is #whatdotheypayyouforagain #danlivetweetsphysicsclass

It now looked like the class had broken up into groups, and everyone seemed to be doing something weird with a slinky #huh.

Dan Kaplan @dantheman22
#Well, no prises for guessing who today’s lab partner’s going to be. #staytuned #danlivetweetsphysicsclass

His lab partner, as had been the case with every lab this year, was going to be the random kid in a wheelchair whose head always drooped to the right side #surprise. He was the other Special Ed kid in the class, and his aid was this fragile little old lady who reminded Dan of a paper doll. She was always sitting in the corner playing some game on her iPad; Dan had never actually seen her give the poor kid any actual assistance. He also wasn’t sure what the kid’s name was, and really didn’t know anything about him, since Dan wasn’t sure he could actually write.

But it wasn’t all bad. At least with this kid as his #partnerincrime, there was no pressure to do any actual work. And scrolling through Twitter was about a thousand times as fun as anything that remotely pertained to physics class, or whatever slinky thing they were supposed to be doing right now. Dan nodded to the kid next to him, wondering which lucky messed-up-kid was going to get to go up and get a slinky, and try to figure out what in the hell they were supposed to be doing.

Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. A text from that useless Aid of his? #abouttime. But nope, it was a tweet. Who would be tweeting him at this time of day?

Felice Giraud. That name looked familiar. Who…#nextto. #Right. He turned to his other side, and jumped a bit in shock as he spotted the new face suddenly adjacent to him.

Oh, right. The French girl. He had some vague memory of his aid telling him that her faraway country of origin somehow meant that the people here, in America, couldn’t understand what she was saying. Dan wasn’t really sure what that meant. He guessed it was probably similar to the fact that like, French Sign Language and American Sign Language were completely different things. But he’d always figured that if he ever saw anyone use French Sign Language, or any sign language from a different country, he’d be able to pick it up pretty quickly. Like, how different could they actually be? But #whatever. This wasn’t even like, a relevant thing for him to be thinking about right now.

Well, might as well reply. It wasn’t looking like they were going to get any of this physics lab done until his aid returned anyway.

Dan Kaplan @dantheman22
@danseuseaumasque Twitter during physics class? #tsk #tsk

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