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 Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 11:09 pm
 Hawthorn took a deep breath as he waited in the wings. Soon the graduation ceremony would roll into the H section and he'd stride out onto that stage to collect his certificate and move forward in his schooling. There were, of course, some grades that he was more than a little miffed at, but on the whole he had been an exemplary student. He was focused, attentive, precocious, and prompt in handing in his classwork. Many of his teachers had commented that they expected much of him. Expectations fired Hawthorn's ambition to a high rev. He was burning to move forward and prove himself.
Yet, the very topics that he had found himself most taken by had come from strange quarters. Though he admired the meticulous exactness of mathematics and sciences, he had, embarrassingly, struggled in those subjects more than he would have liked.
He had done extremely well in Baking and Etiquette - both electives he had taken out of sheer interest. Botany also had snagged some of his attention, but more from a biology perspective than a horticulture angle. So it was that he married all of these things together into a Tea Ceremony Club for the Academy.
He had taken to giving sessions, teaching other students about the many types of tea and practices, and holding High Teas once a week. It had become a quiet but stable event with a few dedicated students. A small collection of the faithful was far more to Hawthorn's liking than a throng of lukewarm stragglers.
How could he pursue such avenues further? He'd already scoured the offered courses, selecting many electives to form a schedule bursting with dates and times he would need to run in highly punctual operation to meet. Such pressures suited his need for purpose well. Among them would be the next level of Etiquette, Cooking, Baking, and Biology.
"Hawthorn!"
There it was, his name had been called. Chest puffing, he strode out onto the stage to shake the Dean's hand and accept his accolades. The next stage of his life was now officially beginning.
He could barely wait.
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