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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2017 7:46 am
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"Jamie!" It was a bit of arelief to be someone he knew, someone he liked, and not some stranger he'd have to pretend to know.
"Of course, have a seat-" Alg motioned to a beaten looking leather upholstered chair opposite him at the desk. The walls of the office were book shelves, a window behind him, and blank spaces on the walls hung several degrees, several certificate writing awards, and photos of he and his husband as well as him occasionally at a signing or meeting another writer. There was at least one photo with Steven King and another with George R.R. Martin though he wished he actually remembered either of those events. There was also, rather prominently, a wedding photo of he and Jeremiah, their parents and friends all rather typically posed in a line.
"How are you?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 11:20 am
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The relief was palpable in Jamie's mannerisms and visible on his face as he shut the door behind him. His shoulders weren't so tense and he walked with the smallest amount of actual confidence in his step. See, it had just been an overreaction on his part. Everything was actually fine.
"I'm pretty good," he sighed out, plopping into the chair. It was well-worn, but that made it comfortable. "Could be worse, probably, but..." As he paused his thought, he looked around at the office he didn't remember, taking in the photos, taking in how much more grandiose it felt. "Mostly it's just that... things are different. I feel like I can't catch up."
He laughed, knowing that if Jer had agreed, Alg probably would, too. "What about you?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2017 11:37 am
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It would be bizarre, Jamie was sure, and he was equally sure he and Shiloh would find things that weren't quite the same when they went through the audio journals they found in this world. Eye opening, maybe, but still bizarre to hear thoughts similar to yours but slightly different.
"It's going to be... an experience," was what he decided to say, "Learning everything and hearing things through 'your own words' that you don't even remember, I mean."
That was part of the reason why he was here, after all.
"I am in school, but I didn't even know it until recently. I guess I... wanted to talk to you about it. I feel totally overwhelmed by everything I was supposed to have already learned and I just," he sighed heavily, "don't even know where to start."
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2017 7:10 am
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"Oh, um, here." From his bag, Jamie produced a class list five classes long. There were basic English and math reqs and two different sciences. Interestingly enough, there was also a history of Ashdown course listed, which Jamie couldn't help but think might be useful after everything that happened.
"I'm just lucky I used the same password for all my online stuff, apparently," he said with a small sigh. Maybe his previous self wasn't so different, after all. "But, um, I'd really like some tutoring, actually. That would be great. It just feels... not right to give up and drop out now."
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 10:06 am
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"Math..." Jamie repeated as he pressed his fingers together awkwardly. "Average, I guess. It's not my favorite. I prefer, um, English and science and stuff, but I can do math as long as I practice." That class, quite honestly, was the one that worried him the most. The others he'd take help with regardless, but he'd need it less.
"Oh, um-! C-Could you help me get in touch with my advisor, too? I feel so out of place, I don't even know the best way to do that. I don't even have their email." He looked a little ruffled, but laughed in a good natured way. He was trying. "I could probably just look it up, I guess, but..."
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2017 8:36 am
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Through a fortuitous stroke of luck, Jamie had the patience of a saint where older people and technology were concerned. His grandma was the type who barely knew the different between email and the internet, but refused his help on every occasion he tried to give it. After a while, he gave up trying.
Not that he'd make any mention of the delays or the obvious, vaguely frustrated expressions were he not a patient person. It was just something he happened to notice.
"I appreciate it," he said with a small sigh, relief warming his chest. "Everything else is, um, pretty okay, though. I found out I also have a part-time job, I guess. Shiloh and I... we're adjusting. I think we'll be okay."
He hesitated before mentioning, "I do wish that, um, magic was more accepted. This isn't really how I wanted it to be..."
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