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Recommend Documents. Your name. Close Send. Now, thinking about the feeling of fear as he pedaled home along the river path, he remembered that moment of palpable, stomach-sinking terror when the aircraft had streaked above. It was not what he was feeling now with December approaching. He searched for the right word to describe his own feeling.
Jonas was careful about language. Not like his friend, Asher, who talked too fast and mixed things up, scrambling words and phrases until they were barely recognizable and often very funny. Jonas grinned, remembering the morning that Asher had dashed into the classroom, late as usual, arriving breathlessly in the middle of the chanting of the morning anthem.
When the class took their seats at the conclusion of the patriotic hymn, Asher remained standing to make his public apology as was required. The Instructor and class waited patiently for his explanation. The students had all been grinning, because they had listened to Asher's explanations so many times before. I guess I just got distraught, watching them. He smoothed his rumpled tunic and sat down.
Many of the students were biting their lips to keep from laughing. He was smiling. Beside it he wrote "distracted. Thinking, still, as he wheeled his bike into its narrow port beside the door, he realized that frightened was the wrong word to describe his feelings, now that December was al-most here.
It was too strong an adjective. He had waited a long time for this special December.
Now that it was almost upon him, he wasn't frightened, but he was. He was eager for it to come.
And he was excited, certainly. All of the Elevens were excited about the event that would be coming so soon. But there was a little shudder of nervousness when he thought about it, about what might happen. Apprehensive, Jonas decided.
That's what I am. It was one of the rituals, the evening telling of feelings. Sometimes Jonas and his sister, Lily, argued over turns, over who would get to go first. Their parents, of course, were part of the ritual; they, too, told their feelings each evening. But like all parents - all adults - they didn't fight and wheedle for their turn.
Nor did Jonas, tonight. His feelings were too complicated this evening. He wanted to share them, but he wasn't eager to begin the process of sifting through his own complicated emotions, even with the help that he knew his parents could give.
One of them - a male; I don't know his name - kept going right to the front of the line for the slide, even though the rest of us were all waiting. I felt so angry at him. I made my hand into a fist, like this. Lily considered, and shook her head.
They acted like. He laughed. Lily frowned, trying to remember. I guess I wasn't paying attention. It was from another community. They had to leave very early, and they had their midday meal on the bus.
And so they simply didn't know what your play area rules were? Because their methods were different.
They were learning usages that my group hadn't learned yet, so we felt stupid. Do you think it's possible that he felt strange and stupid, being in a new place with rules that he didn't know about?
I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.
And sorry I made a fist. Jonas smiled back at his sister. Lily's feelings were always straightforward, fairly simple, usually easy to re-solve. He guessed that his own had been, too, when he was a Seven. He listened politely, though not very attentively, while his father took his turn, describing a feeling of worry that he'd had that day at work: Jonas's father's title was Nurturer. He and the other Nurturers were responsible for all the physical and emotional needs of every new-child during its earliest life.
It was a very important job, Jonas knew, but it wasn't one that interested him much. But he isn't growing as fast as he should, and he doesn't sleep soundly. We have him in the extra care section for supplementary nurturing, but the committee's beginning to talk about releasing him. Release of newchildren was always sad, because they hadn't had a chance to enjoy life within the community yet. And they hadn't done anything wrong. There were only two occasions of release which were not punishment.
Release of the elderly, which was a time of celebration for a life well and fully lived; and release of a newchild, which always brought a sense of what-could-we-have-done. This was especially troubling for the Nurturers, like Father, who felt they had failed somehow.
But it happened very rarely. I may ask the committee for permission to bring him here at night, if you don't mind. You know what the night-crew Nurturers are like. I think this little guy needs something extra. They had heard Father complain about the night crew be-fore. It was a lesser job, night-crew nurturing, assigned to those who lacked the interest or skills or insight for the more vital jobs of the daytime hours. Most of the people on the night crew had not even been given spouses because they lacked, somehow, the essential capacity to connect to others, which was required for the creation of a family unit.
The look was fake, Jonas knew; they all knew. It was written very clearly in the rules.
Lily giggled. Today a re-peat offender had been brought before her, someone who had broken the rules before. Someone who she hoped had been adequately and fairly punished, and who had been restored to his place: To see him brought before her a second time caused her overwhelming feelings of frustration and anger. And even guilt, that she hadn't made a difference in his life.
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The rules say that if there's a third transgression, he simply has to be released. He knew it happened. There was even a boy in his group of Elevens whose father had been released years before.
No one ever mentioned it; the disgrace was unspeakable. It was hard to imagine. Lily stood up and went to her mother.
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She stroked her mother's arm. From his place at the table, Father reached over and took her hand. Jonas reached for the other. One by one, they comforted her. Soon she smiled, thanked them, and murmured that she felt soothed. The ritual continued. This evening he almost would have preferred to keep his feelings hidden. But it was, of course, against the rules. I know you have, Father, and you too, Mother.
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But it had been nothing. They said that the committee members would become Elders by the time the rule change was made.