#rutgers

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Whatever season it is, College must go on... and Sylvi finds herself once more attending classes

If she passes all her classes, this is her last semester of the accelerated teaching certificate program. If.

It's going to be a bit touch-and-go. There's been a lot going on, and her grades aren't their best.

Fortunately, she has an ally or two. A satyress professor is happy to help her out on the side

Which is why Sylvi is in said satyr's office, biting her lip as she waits for feedback on her final paper draft.

"You think it's ready to submit?"

She looks over it, intently, "Sec" Still reading

Sylvi nods and hushes, one leg bouncing slightly with nerves.

PR. Garb arches a brow "Mmm, your sources are solid. References listed. But are you sure this paragraph on page 3 and this paragraph on page four aren't saying essentially the same thing?"

She winces a bit. "They might be. I kept going around in circles in my head, and I guess that's how it came out on paper. I did an outline and everything, but I couldn't figure out how to make the ideas...work."

"I mean....I guess those two are really one idea, like you're saying, but I felt like I needed to say it two different ways....?"

"You said you went in circles" Concern "Are you feeilng unsure that you're right ?"

"Um." The pause that follows is more eloquent than she is.

"Maybe?" she finally says. "I mean...no....no, I think the ideas are right, but I'm just not saying them right."

A frustrated sigh. "And if I take out one or the other of those paragraphs, I won't meet the word count for the paper."

She looks over, then smiles "Okay, YOU know the ideas are right but worry you're not saying it right. I can tell you what sometimes works for me if you like?"

"Please." Sylvi looks like she'd take just about any advice at the moment.

"Sometimes, to force myself out of my 'I'm w riting a paper' mindset, I try to imagine I'm instead in a vocal arguement with someone, and I try to think of what they might say to prove me wrong, then think... how could I show them 'nu uh'. What do you EXPECT some random stranger to 'attack '... think of that, and think of what comes to mind that you'd say? Then turn that into paper speak. "

Sylvi narrows her eyes slightly, trying to imagine the process. Then she blinks. "Oh! I don't even have to imagine it...I can talk it out with Flopsy!"

"Flopsy? OH, " She grins "Yes, the erudite rabbit friend of yours. " She glances at her own pig friend, then nods "I certainly have my share of conversations"

She grins at Pig. "Chimeric companions can be a lot of help," she says with great fondness.

Pig yawns

She stands from her chair and reaches to take back the paper. "I think that'll really help, thank you!"

"Well, good. Look, you've got this... it's just a matter of getting it as best you can to gain ground" She doesn't say 'lost ground' as she hands back the paper "In the end, remember, best and perfect are two different things. Don't confuse them"

"Well, deadlines are a big help with settling on good, but I want it to be as good as I can. Thanks, Myrine. I mean, Professor, sorry."

"I only insist on professor when we're in the muggle town" A wink "You're welcome. Now shoo, go chase rabbits"

A grin. "Thanks. I'll let you know how it goes." And she hurries out of the office.

Myrine smiles and watches her go, then looks at the Pig who iss looking at HER

"Yes, yes, I know... I'm a hypocrite who totally does the same thing she does. Sue me" She tells her pig

And she chuckles "Perk of the job. " (End Scene)