I’m sure a lot of you are wondering about my report.
OUTSIDE EYES ON AN INSIDE WORLD is what the title ended up being. I well didn’t need to put “Boarders” in the title, since once the first paragraph was read – you knew what it was about.
Actually, I have been working on it since the first night I boarded, on Monday, November 9th. I’d been taking well lots of notes those three days and two nights. And each night after, I would spend nearly half an hour writing, adding and deleting, going back over my notes, editing, fine-tuning, and then building up to the final draft. That’s what I learned in all my Creative Writing classes the past two years.
I finished the final copy last night and put it in a nice folder, letting Mum and dad read it. They told me it was well fantastic! I was well embarrassed at their praise, but a tad proud as well, cuz it was a lot of work over the last two weeks!
And first period, I was sitting in my favorite leather chair in front of the Dean Master, nervously waiting for him to read through my report. I think I sweat all the liquid out of me and wouldn’t need to pee for three days! I even felt my eggs sweating!
To make matters worse? When he finished reading, he put down the folder and folded his hands on top of it. Then he just looked at me, slowly shaking his head and not saying anything!! OMG! That was well nerve-busting! Then a smile slowly came, and he finally said something. “You are amazing, Mr. ****. You have such wonderful insight. Such deep feelings. Such emotion that you show in your writing. It is well obvious your grade points average is at the highest it can get, and that you are at the very top of your class.” I whispered “Thank you, Sir,” feeling myself well blush.
He went on. “I want to keep this report for a while. I would like to use it as a construction point in what works good in our boarding system, and what is broken and needs fixing. With your permission, I would like to first, let all the Dorm Masters read this, as well as all the Professors and teachers and staff. Lastly, I want the Board or Educators to bring this under discussion at a few of the board meetings.”
I gulped and whispered, “I feel well honored, Sir.” He laughed telling me, “You should feel honored! You are a brilliant young man! I will grade this paper myself, and let the Lit Professor know my decision, but just reading it once, I suspect I will give it my highest grading as well as the highest points allowed for extra credit.” Again, I whispered my thank you.
But it was when we started talking about Marcus that things turned well serious. I told him how my first week went, and how it was well hard keeping Marcus focused, since his attention span was well short.
I was honest, and said it was well surprising that no Prof had brought this to the attention of him (the Dean Master). I went well out on a ledge, telling him I had read some information (which I did read ever since many readers here told me what the problem might be) about ADD and ADHD, adding that I was no doctor, but Marcus seemed to fit into some of the categories of it. I finished by telling him how I was able to keep his attention with colored pencils and other “gimmicks”, just to get through a few problems, adding I knew it was still early in my tutoring of him, but it was a well hard challenge from Erik. He seemed astonished that I mentioned ADD and such.
He pulled Marcus’ file and looked through it, nodding, scratching his chin, shaking his head, etc. I told him I hoped I wasn’t out of line by blaming the Profs that they didn’t notice, adding I wasn’t sure how he really was in his other classes. The Dean Master said Marcus was “average” in his other classes, but that his Maths scores were at the bottom, hence him needing tutoring. But he told me he was glad I brought Marcus’ behavior to light, telling me he would let me know his decision as to the next step. “What next step, Sir?” I asked. I was well worried and hoped I didn’t get anyone in trouble.
But he ignored my question, made a few more notes in Marcus’ folder, and looked at me with a smile. “I’ve set tomorrow during lunch for our first meeting of the Liaison Officers.” He said, watching my eyes widen. “You will need to come to the conference room here in the office during your lunch period.” Adding that we would be having a “get acquainted” lunch there.
As I was leaving, I overheard the Dean Master telling his secretary something about a Doctor, and something about the Maths Prof . . . Now I was WELL worried!
Charles was still out sick, so during Maths, Ben and I sat together again. At lunch, I told everyone at my table I’d be having lunch with the Dean Master and the other Liaison Officers tomorrow. They all thought that was well special. I looked around, and didn’t see Marcus, and asked Erik and Kyle if they knew where he was. They didn’t know, but when I saw Jason, he said Marcus had to go to some meeting or something. I told Ben when we had a chat in our cubby in the Media Center that I was feeling well bad and my tum was in knots for fear I caused some not good waves with this Marcus thing. Ben told me not to worry, that maybe Marcus was meeting one of the Profs to get help with his other studies. I told Ben, “I well hope so.”
Last period, I had the colored pencils lined up on the table, thinking I would have Marcus pick four different colors than he was using, just so he wouldn’t get bored with his first choices. I had time, since he was late, so I folded the drawing paper and ripped it in the four sections. Then I laid the index cards out in a row, and waited, thinking it was well strange that Marcus was five minutes late already. I peeked out in the hall, but there was no sign of him, and I started to worry.
But then, well to my surprise, the Dean Master opened the door and smiled down at me, looking over my “display” on the table I had ready for Marcus. The first words out of my mouth were, “Is there something wrong with Marcus, Sir?”
He explained that since our meeting this morning, he had a “chat” with all of Marcus’ Profs, and they helped him evaluate his study habits, behavior, and grade points in all his classes, as well as his attention span. He said in some of his classes, he was having some “issues”. I was starting to sweat again! He apologized for making me wait here in Study Chamber 2, and added, “We need to hold off on your tutoring sessions with Marcus for a day or two, Mr. ****.” I asked if Marcus was all right, and he smiled at my concern, putting his hand on my shoulder. “Your concern is outstanding, and Marcus is fine. He’s just taking a few tests to evaluate his grade points. No need to worry.”
He got up and smiled at me, saying, “You’ll have a bit of free time on your hands last period, Mr. ****. You deserve a little break in your routine. We’ll have another chat tomorrow after the Liaison Officer’s Lunch meeting.”
I said, “Yes, Sir.” And he was gone . . .
I explained everything to Mum and dad at dinner. Dad said it was well brave of me to take a stand and bring this issue to the Dean Master. He added it was most obvious that Marcus had some type of learning problem in certain situations. He explained to me that the “tests” were probably with a psychologist who would evaluate Marcus’ learning abilities to determine if he had ADD or ADHD.
I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt the tears well in my eyes and run down my cheeks. I said I was well sad that I probably got people in trouble and I might have hurt Marcus more by making him take more tests. Both Mum and dad moved to hug me, telling me I did the best thing for Marcus by letting the Dean Master know. Dad seemed a bit pissered that a 14 year old boy could figure out there was a problem within a week before a Professor with a university degree could in nearly three months!
Mum wiped my tears and pushed the hair off my forehead telling me she was so proud of me, and that things would turn out much better for Marcus because he would get the help he needed. I figured right then that I probably wouldn’t be tutoring Marcus anytime soon.
I talked to Charles for a short time, and he said he won’t be back until Monday. Teddy told me the same thing when we talked. And when I talked to Ben, he said the same thing as Mum and dad. He also said that sometimes magic works, and sometimes it doesn’t. He added that my magic worked with Marcus because it would get him the help he needed. He also told me my magic worked for him and his dad. . .