dndshs | [log] special econ tutoring

who: Nifty, Cassidy
what: Cassidy's economics tutoring adventure begins
when: Following last period on the day after Nifty has a chat with him
where: Economics classroom

Look, of course Nifty didn't actually care about the kid's grades. It wasn't just that he didn't offer tutoring sessions often - he didn't offer them at all. At least, not to anybody who wasn't the son of the principal. This wasn't the most subtle of moves, but getting in good with the principal was probably the only way he'd ever be able to get a modicum of power over his sister at this job. Truth be told, the Calloway boy wasn't really guaranteed to fail. He wasn't good at economics, but even without tutoring he'd probably pass with a C-. At least Nifty didn't have to worry about his skill at tutoring, since he'd thoroughly convinced the kid yesterday that he was doomed.

The last students of the day filed out and Nifty closed the door behind them, then started clearing his desk of half-graded class- and homework. Now he'd see if Cassidy was actually scared enough of failing to show up.

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"I don't want any special treatment. Some Teachers are afraid that being hard on me will make them look bad." Cassidy erases his graph until the lines are completely gone.

A corner of Nifty's mouth twitched up. "You don't have to worry about special treatment from me." A blatant lie, but maybe saying it meant Cassidy wouldn't catch on to the fact that he was receiving special treatment already.

"I'll be as hard on you as you make me be."

Make him be hard on me? What was that supposed to mean. I'm not failing on purpose here. And I'm NOT-oh god gross that's not what he meant

"I figured you'd want me out of here as quick as possible. " Cassidy adjusted his glasses.

"No, I want you to learn." Nifty knew the words sounded insincere as soon as he said them, so he hurriedly followed up with, "So that I can get you out of my classroom. I don't want anybody lingering around semester after semester and pissing me off with their inability to understand simple economics."

That shut Cassidy up as he quietly worked on redoing his old homework sheets. He would ask questions every so often, and there was no bullshit with Mr. Strangenorth. Which honestly, was helpful.

He would sit in his bed and do homework for hours getting more and more frustrated, not getting any closer to solving the piles of homework problems. Cassidy has always been too stubborn to ask for help, so maybe Nifty forcing him into this wasn't such a bad thing?

"Time's up," Nifty said at 4:00. Surprisingly, Cassidy already had a good grasp of the models he was so miserable at before. "You can leave, and I want to get home.

"Uh," he added as he stood to collect his bag. "You picked up on those quickly. Good job." The compliment didn't sound quite so awkward this time - he was getting better at the lie. Although it wasn't technically a lie, he realized.

Cassidy quickly put all of his papers and textbook away in his bag. He carefully put his glasses back in their case and slid that in his (black) messenger bag.

"Er, yeah." Cassidy looked down at his feet. He understood what he was missing better but it wasn't because he had some miraculous break through? It was because Mr. Strangenorth was willing to sit there and help him. The first of any teacher to realize that he was actually struggling and not just trying to appear aloof.

"Thank you. I... I yeah. Thanks.

"Get out. I'll see you for another session on Wednesday." Nifty waved his hand once toward the door, and then returned to packing his bag without looking at Cassidy. At least the boy wasn't as incompetent as he seemed like he might be. Maybe this ploy wouldn't be as awful as he'd thought.

[log] special econ tutoring

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now we're getting into the double entendres

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don't worry nifty, joaquin is worse at accepting compliments than you are at giving them

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