There was a rudimentary school in Terrai run by Mama Landa.
There were four levels of class and Boula was one of the youngest in the first level. She was the only one of her generation there and was about half a school year behind the others. But like most of the others there, she didn't have her raddle. And she was piebald.
The Terrai school offered simple classes in arithmetic, biologic, culture, and written Low. She found it difficult to listen at first, and fidgeted constantly, tapping her feet and annoying everyone in the vicinity, prompting the teacher to snap at her and inevitably threaten to tie her ankles to the legs of her chair, at which point Boula finally settled down and tried hard to listen.
This added to this summed this. This subtracted from this equaled that. Division, multiplication, and realization were the first operations.
Biologic was easy. Things needed light to survive, and life manifested in blood and flesh and bone. Different shapes facilitated different functions. Culture was easy too — Mama Landa taught Standard Low Trade Etiquette and Dining Etiquette, mostly — and written Low too was not too difficult, being only a slightly more complicated version of pastoral sigils. Boula passed exams to graduate from the first two grades within the year, expressed desire to continue, and made it through the last two years within the next year.
Thereafter she was counseled one last time by her parents, and then brought before the Centra, where she requested schooling. For a while she and her parents feared Boula would be denied — there were many others requesting tuition and leave — but Boula's marks were excellent, and the Centra oversaw her papers for transfer into an accredited school in Sedimoreal.
They also registered Boula for a raddle.
The Terrai school offered simple classes in arithmetic, biologic, culture, and written Low. She found it difficult to listen at first, and fidgeted constantly, tapping her feet and annoying everyone in the vicinity, prompting the teacher to snap at her and inevitably threaten to tie her ankles to the legs of her chair, at which point Boula finally settled down and tried hard to listen.
This added to this summed this. This subtracted from this equaled that. Division, multiplication, and realization were the first operations.
Biologic was easy. Things needed light to survive, and life manifested in blood and flesh and bone. Different shapes facilitated different functions. Culture was easy too — Mama Landa taught Standard Low Trade Etiquette and Dining Etiquette, mostly — and written Low too was not too difficult, being only a slightly more complicated version of pastoral sigils. Boula passed exams to graduate from the first two grades within the year, expressed desire to continue, and made it through the last two years within the next year.
Thereafter she was counseled one last time by her parents, and then brought before the Centra, where she requested schooling. For a while she and her parents feared Boula would be denied — there were many others requesting tuition and leave — but Boula's marks were excellent, and the Centra oversaw her papers for transfer into an accredited school in Sedimoreal.
They also registered Boula for a raddle.
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