Carlyle@ramblingbard @Simple Unicycle
Not sure what else to do, Teddy pulled out a chair for Loralei and sat back down himself. "I'm in a book club with Edith, Harry, and some other kids," he said, "We're reading Holes right now." He looked down at his hands, and felt the vague sensation that there was something shameful about being in a book club, something nerdy. He tried to brush it off. Books were cool, or at least his parents seemed to think so. Still, there was an unwritten stigma against anything that seemed like doing more than the necessary amount of work. Which was weird, because in elementary school doing work well had always been commended. Middle school was all very confusing.
Not sure what else to do, Teddy pulled out a chair for Loralei and sat back down himself. "I'm in a book club with Edith, Harry, and some other kids," he said, "We're reading Holes right now." He looked down at his hands, and felt the vague sensation that there was something shameful about being in a book club, something nerdy. He tried to brush it off. Books were cool, or at least his parents seemed to think so. Still, there was an unwritten stigma against anything that seemed like doing more than the necessary amount of work. Which was weird, because in elementary school doing work well had always been commended. Middle school was all very confusing.