Parallel Punishment Procedures
Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2018 3:39 am
((>tracert ParkerGreen.Memories
2 | 24 ms 27 ms 26 ms Perpendicular Reward Structures█))
Detention was a special kind of hell.
Parker understood the intention. To force one to reflect and think out the path taken to this point, in order to learn from it. It was a necessary thing, in some respects, and he understood that he was here because he'd fucked up. He accepted that, and the lesson of "Don't get caught" had been pretty firmly established with the mark on his record that he hadn't quite managed to talk his way out of. It wouldn't tank his grades too hard, but it meant he couldn't coast the rest of Bio.
He'd figured that out before even sitting down. Unlike the mentally deficient individuals like Wyatt or Tyrell that would end up spending time here, he was actually capable of reflecting on his actions without being forced to sit down and do so, which left the whole excersise painfully redundant.
He'd imagined some ephemeral revenge plans against Cecil for a while, before realising that both he - and by implication, school staff - would quickly suspect him if he did anything serious, and he didn't know enough about Cecil to really figure out how to get even with him yet. So, that train of thought had reached a dead end.
And that was where his mind had stalled, his brain spinning its wheels, scrabbling for purchase as he stared at the clock.
The clock continued to be broken.
He couldn't even look at his phone to check the time.
He just wanted to know when this would be over.
He could feel his chest getting a little tighter and he closed his eyes, remembering to breath properly. Calming himself. Stressing about this wouldn't help at all. He just had to keep himself occupied whilst he waited for the allotted time to pass, there was nothing he could do but try his best to make it subjectively faster.
He took notice of a few of the people in the class with him, idly speculating what they had done to earn the ire of the establishment at the same time as him. None of them looked like the fighting sort, nor the cheating sort. Talking back to teachers, perhaps? He eyed the back of one girl's head in particular, her dyed hair screaming "Got caught smoking" at him, which was practically a gimme.
Ok, maybe he could keep himself entertained for a little longer.
2 | 24 ms 27 ms 26 ms Perpendicular Reward Structures█))
Detention was a special kind of hell.
Parker understood the intention. To force one to reflect and think out the path taken to this point, in order to learn from it. It was a necessary thing, in some respects, and he understood that he was here because he'd fucked up. He accepted that, and the lesson of "Don't get caught" had been pretty firmly established with the mark on his record that he hadn't quite managed to talk his way out of. It wouldn't tank his grades too hard, but it meant he couldn't coast the rest of Bio.
He'd figured that out before even sitting down. Unlike the mentally deficient individuals like Wyatt or Tyrell that would end up spending time here, he was actually capable of reflecting on his actions without being forced to sit down and do so, which left the whole excersise painfully redundant.
He'd imagined some ephemeral revenge plans against Cecil for a while, before realising that both he - and by implication, school staff - would quickly suspect him if he did anything serious, and he didn't know enough about Cecil to really figure out how to get even with him yet. So, that train of thought had reached a dead end.
And that was where his mind had stalled, his brain spinning its wheels, scrabbling for purchase as he stared at the clock.
The clock continued to be broken.
He couldn't even look at his phone to check the time.
He just wanted to know when this would be over.
He could feel his chest getting a little tighter and he closed his eyes, remembering to breath properly. Calming himself. Stressing about this wouldn't help at all. He just had to keep himself occupied whilst he waited for the allotted time to pass, there was nothing he could do but try his best to make it subjectively faster.
He took notice of a few of the people in the class with him, idly speculating what they had done to earn the ire of the establishment at the same time as him. None of them looked like the fighting sort, nor the cheating sort. Talking back to teachers, perhaps? He eyed the back of one girl's head in particular, her dyed hair screaming "Got caught smoking" at him, which was practically a gimme.
Ok, maybe he could keep himself entertained for a little longer.