The Chikamori Selfacy (A Reboot)
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Chapter 11 - Advanced Education (Part 3)
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Torao was headed towards the science route and he was looking at getting a job at the Landgraab Science Center which hopefully would help in terms of income into the family coffers. Torao wasn’t a dreamer like his dad, his step-mother or River; he and Haruo were practically minded and dreams were nothing more than the subconscious working out an obvious solution to a problem in one’s downtime. There were no practical reasons for a dream since that was all that remained unless you got off your duff and did something about it.
Torao knew that science was a practical subject in his field. At least if he became a research assistant, he’d be making quite a few simoleons. Torao would let Haruo do the fishing and some of the gardening since he would have to be at the lab most of the time. Hopefully some of the opportunities would fall to either one of them and it didn’t hurt to have them both do gardening. At least the Watcher would be looking over them and Torao could pray for good fortune.
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“So what do you plan to do, Torao?” asked Haruo as he tossed a few more t-shirts into his luggage that he was taking to UBC.
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“I’m going into the sciences department.” Torao said as he looked over at his cousin. “Horticultural studies would come in handy in any case, especially if I plan to garden. I could use that knowledge to better the quality of my plants.”
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“Just make sure you don’t genetically design a Triffid...” Haruo jibed "...or you might bring about the end of humanity.” He was only partially joking. There were rumors of plant-beings, essentially people that looked like plants who live off water and sunk themselves into the ground to rejuvenate. It was eerie and unsettling to know that there were those amongst human society who were not of their kind. Most, it was said, were normal law-abiding citizens who went about their every-day business doing whatever they needed to do to survive: grocery shopping, laundry, paying bills, going to work.
But then again, there were that few that loved to make life hell for other people, the evil ones whose idea of fun was poisoning others or seriously hurting them. Those were the ones who deserved a good dose of weed-killer.
Haruo had no dealings with plant-people nor did he want to. But he knew that he would be going to a school now that drew in many from all walks of life. Or should he say life-forms?
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Needless to say, the University of British Columbia would be an eye-opening experience. And as such he would need to keep his prejudices in check.
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Haruo put on some Handel on his stereo; a love of classical music he’d inherited from his father though he preferred Baroque music. The rondo form from the first movement of the Op. 6 Number 10 in D minor filled the air. That particular Concerto Grosso was one of his favorites. The complicated passages intersected with each other in an amazing counterpoint only surpassed by that of J.S. Bach.
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“You love that stuff, don’t you?” Torao commented.
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“Yeah.” Haruo stated grinning. “Can’t get into the stuff that they’re playing on the airwaves nowadays.”
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“Oh, c’mon. Tell me that you don’t like Iron Maiden.”
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“It’s not my first choice to listen to if I had a choice in the matter.” Haruo retorted. “Rock music is so...pedestrian.” He found the perfect description. Yup, it hit a nerve...with Torao.
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“Classical snob.”
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“Plebeian.” Haruo shot back.
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“You should have taken music.” Torao rejoindered, “You would be in good company...” He smirked. “...with all the other snobs.”
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“Very funny, egghead.” Haruo snickered. “Really rich coming from someone who’s going to have his head stuck in a lab coat and Erlenmeyer flask for four years straight.”
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Perhaps it would have turned into an all-out argument, but it was interrupted by River and Bebe, the former of; put her arms around Haruo, put her head on Haruo’s right shoulder and said, “Oh, that’s beautiful, is that a piece of classical music that you’re listening to?”
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Haruo and Torao settled for sticking their tongues out at each other. In insult as each were taken in arms by their respective fiancées.
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River kissed her fiancé as she wrapped her arms around him. “I’m looking forward to getting out of this house and heading off to university.” She proclaimed. Ever since that heavy petting session prior to Bebe’s grad ceremony, Haruo and River had been watched with eagle-eyed intensity by Fiona and Yasunobu who were all of the opinion that woohoo was reserved for the marriage bed and not for anything prior to their nuptials.
(End Part 3)
Chapter 11 - Advanced Education (Part 3)
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Torao was headed towards the science route and he was looking at getting a job at the Landgraab Science Center which hopefully would help in terms of income into the family coffers. Torao wasn’t a dreamer like his dad, his step-mother or River; he and Haruo were practically minded and dreams were nothing more than the subconscious working out an obvious solution to a problem in one’s downtime. There were no practical reasons for a dream since that was all that remained unless you got off your duff and did something about it.
Torao knew that science was a practical subject in his field. At least if he became a research assistant, he’d be making quite a few simoleons. Torao would let Haruo do the fishing and some of the gardening since he would have to be at the lab most of the time. Hopefully some of the opportunities would fall to either one of them and it didn’t hurt to have them both do gardening. At least the Watcher would be looking over them and Torao could pray for good fortune.
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“So what do you plan to do, Torao?” asked Haruo as he tossed a few more t-shirts into his luggage that he was taking to UBC.
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“I’m going into the sciences department.” Torao said as he looked over at his cousin. “Horticultural studies would come in handy in any case, especially if I plan to garden. I could use that knowledge to better the quality of my plants.”
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“Just make sure you don’t genetically design a Triffid...” Haruo jibed "...or you might bring about the end of humanity.” He was only partially joking. There were rumors of plant-beings, essentially people that looked like plants who live off water and sunk themselves into the ground to rejuvenate. It was eerie and unsettling to know that there were those amongst human society who were not of their kind. Most, it was said, were normal law-abiding citizens who went about their every-day business doing whatever they needed to do to survive: grocery shopping, laundry, paying bills, going to work.
But then again, there were that few that loved to make life hell for other people, the evil ones whose idea of fun was poisoning others or seriously hurting them. Those were the ones who deserved a good dose of weed-killer.
Haruo had no dealings with plant-people nor did he want to. But he knew that he would be going to a school now that drew in many from all walks of life. Or should he say life-forms?
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h_tu3HOxtP4/YDnMPVsbtpI/AAAAAAAAneY/ujeHSeGy990esLpr-0-Q11ndTjw7PZRxQCLcBGAsYHQ/s0/Screenshot-77.jpg
Needless to say, the University of British Columbia would be an eye-opening experience. And as such he would need to keep his prejudices in check.
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Haruo put on some Handel on his stereo; a love of classical music he’d inherited from his father though he preferred Baroque music. The rondo form from the first movement of the Op. 6 Number 10 in D minor filled the air. That particular Concerto Grosso was one of his favorites. The complicated passages intersected with each other in an amazing counterpoint only surpassed by that of J.S. Bach.
https://youtu.be/Ei5nDMiyDXg
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“You love that stuff, don’t you?” Torao commented.
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“Yeah.” Haruo stated grinning. “Can’t get into the stuff that they’re playing on the airwaves nowadays.”
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“Oh, c’mon. Tell me that you don’t like Iron Maiden.”
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“It’s not my first choice to listen to if I had a choice in the matter.” Haruo retorted. “Rock music is so...pedestrian.” He found the perfect description. Yup, it hit a nerve...with Torao.
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“Classical snob.”
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“Plebeian.” Haruo shot back.
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“You should have taken music.” Torao rejoindered, “You would be in good company...” He smirked. “...with all the other snobs.”
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“Very funny, egghead.” Haruo snickered. “Really rich coming from someone who’s going to have his head stuck in a lab coat and Erlenmeyer flask for four years straight.”
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Perhaps it would have turned into an all-out argument, but it was interrupted by River and Bebe, the former of; put her arms around Haruo, put her head on Haruo’s right shoulder and said, “Oh, that’s beautiful, is that a piece of classical music that you’re listening to?”
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Haruo and Torao settled for sticking their tongues out at each other. In insult as each were taken in arms by their respective fiancées.
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River kissed her fiancé as she wrapped her arms around him. “I’m looking forward to getting out of this house and heading off to university.” She proclaimed. Ever since that heavy petting session prior to Bebe’s grad ceremony, Haruo and River had been watched with eagle-eyed intensity by Fiona and Yasunobu who were all of the opinion that woohoo was reserved for the marriage bed and not for anything prior to their nuptials.
(End Part 3)
