Tyler Durden (
tyler_gone) wrote2009-01-05 08:21 am
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Office #18, All Day Monday
A new semester and new class meant Tyler should probably actually go to his office and do work, especially since he still needed to brush up on his own history before he could inflict his knowledge on anyone else.
Mostly, this meant he was paging through A People's History of the United States and counting how many ways people who didn't look like him had gotten screwed over. The answer seemed to be "a lot."
The office door was open.
Mostly, this meant he was paging through A People's History of the United States and counting how many ways people who didn't look like him had gotten screwed over. The answer seemed to be "a lot."
The office door was open.
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He seemed to find this regrettable indeed.
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"I don't think we'll be able to find a way to work soap into the annals of history, no. Maybe we ought to just stick with the introductions. Those seem straightforward enough. Name, age, and something historical, for the sake of sticking to the topic."
He really had no idea what he was doing. Faking it, maybe.
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A little. A lot. He was going to have to stop by the library some time this week in order to get himself caught up. Somewhat.
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Other than 1876.
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Not very far, Nathan. Not very far.
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"I can work with that." A pause, and Nathan drummed his fingers against his knee, just once, in thought. "As for this class... I seem to be at a disadvantage, teaching American history when it just so happens to be American future, to me. But I know what came before me well enough. If you wouldn't be opposed to cover the brunt of more current events, I would be more than happy to deal with what I already know."
And, in some cases, what he already knew quite intimately.
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He knew he couldn't.
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Mostly he was joking. But it didn't hurt to make certain, either.
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He narrowed his eyes, considering.
"Bunker Hill. And the Declaration of Independence. It means I'm skimming over a couple of centuries, but apparently that's a talent of mine. I can probably manage something to the effect of 'The Colonies and Britain weren't exactly getting along,' and do a brief summary. Perhaps?"
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And if that had somehow changed in the time he'd missed, he would most appreciate being corrected now.
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He had experience with that one.
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"Were you in it?" The question was asked with some delicacy.
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"I was," Algren replied, content for all of a moment to leave that reply sit right where it was. It was a short moment. "For the North."
An entire class it would be, then.
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That summed it up well enough for him, at least.
"Which, I suppose, would bring us into the last decade I'm familiar with." He was torn between being anxious to move on, and somewhat dreading it. It was this particular topic which tended to make his mind wander.
"Are you familiar with a Lieutenant Colonel by the name of Custer? Of the 7th Cavalry?"
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He lapsed into silence for a moment. Just long enough for his mind to wander into gunshots and screaming and--
"Apparently, getting most of your men killed is considered a measure of heroics. Or, at least, it was in my time."
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Or, if not like he wanted to, like he should.
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And there he went, falling into silence again, thinking on it before his head came crashing back to reality.
"I'm afraid I don't have anything after that."
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