Stephen's Private Blog #7
These stories about Stephen began was when he was 10 years old, and
moving to a new part of the country to attend a special school for
gifted students, in the 1950's. This was from a time before computers
would fit on a desk, and when people communicated with friends in other
countries by actual letters sent through the postal service. He wrote
225 of them to a friend. He stopped writing to his penpal, but found he
still wanted to record his life, in case he lost his memory again, and
wrote 30 entries in his first logbook. Now he is writing to an
artificial intelligence called Geenee, in the master computer in his
school for gifted students.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stephen is 11 in this story, in the Spring and near the end of year 1
of his special school.
Stephen's Private Blog #7 "Love Education"
Dear Geenee,
I gave Scholar Pete the list of crystals I had used when he asked for
it. He assigned some papers for me to write. Then he told me I would
have some degrees awarded at the end of the school year. It was a
surprise to me, because I hadn't realized I had learned so much. I will
have BSs in Math and Physics, and BAs in Business and Education. After
my art review, I will have a Master's in fine arts. I will have a MBA,
and Master's in Ed, Math, and Physics. If I complete more labs before
the school term ends, I could have Master's in Biology and Computer
Science, too. Next year I will study Anthropology, Sociology and
Psychology at the Master's level, and work toward my Doctorates in
Math, Physics and Ed, and if I have time, all the others. I don't know
what I'm going to use all that for, but learning is fun, so I'm going
all the way. Then I'm going to study engineering.
Summer is going to be interesting, because it will be different from
school. I'm going to summer camp. It's required for first term students
under 14. Ichi will be going home to Japan for the summer. The school
owns the camp, but any kid can go there, which should make it more
interesting. Mark doesn't have to go to camp, but he wants to because
I'm going. He's going to be an another cabin, though, because they
separate the ages. I think he won't take that well. Andy is going to be
in my cabin, because he is a first termer, and he's in love with me. I
can feel it, and I think I don't like it. I like him very much, but the
same way I like all the kids. He's trying to accept that, but it's hard
for him. Literally, actually. Everybody knows how he feels because he
keeps pointing at me, and not with his finger.
I am more sensitive to people's feelings now, but I've learned how to
turn off my telepathy, which I do almost all the time. I noticed how
much Scholar Pete liked my hugs, so when I saw him I would do that.
Then the other kids started doing that too, because they saw how much
he liked it. Now we do it to all the teaching staff unless they tell us
not to, and they are very happy. The whole school is happy, which
Scholar Pete called me in to a meeting about. Scholars Chad, Rod, Race,
and Nigel were there. They all teach at the school sometimes. The first
thing Pete said was, "Stephen, Thank you." I said "I don't know what I
did to deserve it, but if you like it, it must be good." Chad grinned
and said, "I'll say!" They smiled. Race said, "This is the best school
term we've ever had. Students are learning at almost twice as the rate
as usual, in all areas, and are 3 times happier than ever before. We
had no idea that sex play, and your love, could accomplish all that,
but it did." I turned very red, and said "Wow!" Pete said "We hear that
a lot." They laughed. Nigel said, "The staff isn't complaining about
the hugs, either." I said "I'm glad of that. We students should show
them how much we appreciate their hard work and caring, and hugging is
good for everybody." Rod said "I'll say!" We all laughed.
Rod said, "I notice you haven't studied engineering." I said "I'm
sorry. I know that's your interest. I figured I would get the easy
stuff out of the way first, and then do engineering." Chad said "EASY?"
I said in a hurry, "I didn't mean it like you think. I hope. I meant I
wanted to study subjects which didn't require using too much heavy
equipment, first. I'm a little too small to even reach the controls of
a full size milling machine." Rod poked Chad in the side and said to
him, "Take it, ahem, easy, why don't you. Don't be too fast to doubt
him. You know what'll happen." Chad fluttered his eyes at him and said,
"You can beat me up any time you want to." Pete said, "Not in front of
the student." I didn't want to cause an argument, so I said, "I can
turn around." We all laughed. I said "Can I ask you a question?" Pete
said "Sure." I said "Sometimes when I draw a picture of somebody I
know, the paper glows a little." He said "That's because you are using
your psionic abilities to put what you feel of their personality into
the drawing. As an artist, you would want to do that, but please be
careful. Such drawings could cause them harm." I said "Oh, like a
Voodoo doll?" He said "Exactly." I said "I'm sorry! I didn't know. I
don't want to hurt anybody. I'll be very careful, I promise!" He said
"Good."
Scholar Pete said, "Have fun at summer camp." I said "Thank you." I
knew that was a dismissal, and got up to leave, but turned around to
them and opened my arms. They came to me one by one, and hugged me. I
gave them love. Chad dripped tears onto my head. I pretended not to
notice. At the door, I said to all, "I love you." I projected my love
as strong as I could, and could feel their love coming back at me. I
did my best not to hear what they might be saying behind the closed
door while I was walking down the hall, and I succeeded. Love can
accomplish a lot.
Goodbye for now,
Stephen
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Grant
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