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Quinn and Stacy - Esteem? Conclusion
Quinn looked at Stacy in concern as they left the school grounds. She had been silent since Mr. O’Neill said they would be up at Assembly. ‘I’m still not sure what to do about it,’ she thought. Sandi would react in an unhelpful way to be sure “Stacy?” she asked, with concerned.
Stacy breathed deeply. “We can’t go to Assembly! Sandi will find out!”
“Don’t worry, Stacy, I’ll think of something,” Quinn responded in a reassuring tone.
“I hope so!”
“We’ll go to Sandi’s now,” she decided.
“What?” Stacy was aghast.
“I’ll come up with something on the way.”
“OK.”
Sandi Griffin was surprised when her mother announced that she had visitors. The next Fashion Club meeting was not until next week. “Tell them to come up,” she said before going back to her desk and putting her homework away.
Quinn and Stacy entered the room. “Hi, Sandi,” Quinn said.
“Where’s Tiffany?” Sandi asked.
“Probably at home,” Stacy answered, before looking to Quinn.
“There is something we need to say,” Quinn said.
“What’s that?” Sandi asked.
Quinn looked at Stacy.
‘What are they up to?’ Sandi wondered.
“Something’s happening tomorrow,” Quinn said.
“What is happening?” Sandi asked.
“We’re going up on Assembly for something,” Stacy said.
“For what?” Sandi asked.
“Something,” Quinn said in an enigmatic tone.
“Just get out with it.”
Quinn then explained about the self-esteem class.
Sandi took in Quinn’s explanation. “I see,” she said when Quinn had concluded. She looked at Stacy who looked more anxious than usual. “Worry not.”
“Huh?” Stacy asked.
“It is obviously Manson,” Sandi explained.
Stacy breathed a sigh of relief.
“Like, popular people shouldn’t be subjected to things like self-esteem class!” Sandi exclaimed.
“Definitely not!” Quinn agreed.
The assembly was underway. “…And once again, the bake sale was a tremendous success. We raised more than $400, which was subsequently stolen from the office, but I am confident we will get that money back. In a related note, the school nurse will be visiting homerooms tomorrow to collect DNA samples. Now, Mr. O'Neill has exciting news about our after-school self-esteem class,” Principal Li said.
“This wouldn’t really ease me into student life!” Stacy commented.
“At least It isn’t like my nightmares,” Quinn responded.
“Thank you. You know, self-esteem is a little like your car's brake fluid. You may not even know you're low on it until, one day, you go to shift gears and nothing happens,” O”Neill started.
A boy yelled out “That's transmission fluid!” as other students heckled O’Neill.
“That’s… what I said,” O’Neill said as he tried to cover his mistake. I'd like you to meet two students who have completed our self-esteem course faster than anyone ever before! Please join me in congratulations as I present these certificates of self-esteem to... Quinn Morgendorffer and Stacy Rowe.”
There wasn’t much applause as Stacy stepped up to the podium. She saw that Sandi and Tiffany were amongst those who were clapping, which was encouraging, in a way. “I wanted to say that knowing that I have self esteem gives me encourage me to improve it, but now the simple achievement is enough to give me that encouragement,” she said with her voice trembling. “I know it doesn’t sound like it, but it’s a work in progress. Thank you.” She dashed back to her seat.
“You OK?” Quinn asked.
Stacy nodded. “All those people looking at me! But I got through it.”
Quinn then went up to the podium. “Afternoon, students of Lawndale. You know what? No one can tackle a terrible problem like low self-esteem on their own. It takes good coaching...”
Out in the audience Corey Bateman was bored. “Is Quinn still talking?”
Tori Jericho shrugged.
“At least it beats Algebra!” Corey said in a less bored tone.
“…I am an only child, but I think that having a friend like Stacy is almost like having a sister…”
“Really?” Corey asked.
“I suppose it must seem like it,” Tori said.
Quinn soon finished. “Did you mean that?” Stacy asked when she had taken her seat.
“I wouldn’t say it in front of the entire school if it wasn’t true,” Quinn answered.
“But you barely know me,” Stacy objected.
“And I would like to know you more,” Quinn answered reassuringly.
Stacy smiled.
Stacy breathed deeply. “We can’t go to Assembly! Sandi will find out!”
“Don’t worry, Stacy, I’ll think of something,” Quinn responded in a reassuring tone.
“I hope so!”
“We’ll go to Sandi’s now,” she decided.
“What?” Stacy was aghast.
“I’ll come up with something on the way.”
“OK.”
Sandi Griffin was surprised when her mother announced that she had visitors. The next Fashion Club meeting was not until next week. “Tell them to come up,” she said before going back to her desk and putting her homework away.
Quinn and Stacy entered the room. “Hi, Sandi,” Quinn said.
“Where’s Tiffany?” Sandi asked.
“Probably at home,” Stacy answered, before looking to Quinn.
“There is something we need to say,” Quinn said.
“What’s that?” Sandi asked.
Quinn looked at Stacy.
‘What are they up to?’ Sandi wondered.
“Something’s happening tomorrow,” Quinn said.
“What is happening?” Sandi asked.
“We’re going up on Assembly for something,” Stacy said.
“For what?” Sandi asked.
“Something,” Quinn said in an enigmatic tone.
“Just get out with it.”
Quinn then explained about the self-esteem class.
Sandi took in Quinn’s explanation. “I see,” she said when Quinn had concluded. She looked at Stacy who looked more anxious than usual. “Worry not.”
“Huh?” Stacy asked.
“It is obviously Manson,” Sandi explained.
Stacy breathed a sigh of relief.
“Like, popular people shouldn’t be subjected to things like self-esteem class!” Sandi exclaimed.
“Definitely not!” Quinn agreed.
The assembly was underway. “…And once again, the bake sale was a tremendous success. We raised more than $400, which was subsequently stolen from the office, but I am confident we will get that money back. In a related note, the school nurse will be visiting homerooms tomorrow to collect DNA samples. Now, Mr. O'Neill has exciting news about our after-school self-esteem class,” Principal Li said.
“This wouldn’t really ease me into student life!” Stacy commented.
“At least It isn’t like my nightmares,” Quinn responded.
“Thank you. You know, self-esteem is a little like your car's brake fluid. You may not even know you're low on it until, one day, you go to shift gears and nothing happens,” O”Neill started.
A boy yelled out “That's transmission fluid!” as other students heckled O’Neill.
“That’s… what I said,” O’Neill said as he tried to cover his mistake. I'd like you to meet two students who have completed our self-esteem course faster than anyone ever before! Please join me in congratulations as I present these certificates of self-esteem to... Quinn Morgendorffer and Stacy Rowe.”
There wasn’t much applause as Stacy stepped up to the podium. She saw that Sandi and Tiffany were amongst those who were clapping, which was encouraging, in a way. “I wanted to say that knowing that I have self esteem gives me encourage me to improve it, but now the simple achievement is enough to give me that encouragement,” she said with her voice trembling. “I know it doesn’t sound like it, but it’s a work in progress. Thank you.” She dashed back to her seat.
“You OK?” Quinn asked.
Stacy nodded. “All those people looking at me! But I got through it.”
Quinn then went up to the podium. “Afternoon, students of Lawndale. You know what? No one can tackle a terrible problem like low self-esteem on their own. It takes good coaching...”
Out in the audience Corey Bateman was bored. “Is Quinn still talking?”
Tori Jericho shrugged.
“At least it beats Algebra!” Corey said in a less bored tone.
“…I am an only child, but I think that having a friend like Stacy is almost like having a sister…”
“Really?” Corey asked.
“I suppose it must seem like it,” Tori said.
Quinn soon finished. “Did you mean that?” Stacy asked when she had taken her seat.
“I wouldn’t say it in front of the entire school if it wasn’t true,” Quinn answered.
“But you barely know me,” Stacy objected.
“And I would like to know you more,” Quinn answered reassuringly.
Stacy smiled.