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Jack had already worked through a number of her required Gen-ed classes, the easier ones, but there were some that she found considerably more challenging, and those were the ones she'd decided to continue on with over summer. It wasn't the summer off she'd been wanting, but she figured it'd be worth it when fall rolled around and she was free to focus on her photography and other minors .

Math had been kicking the young lady's a**. It was frustrating, but even more discouraging since that had never been a subject she'd had much ******** l difficulty with in the past. That was before intro to trigonometry.

She had tucked into one of the student commons for homework, but after an hour it was becoming increasingly clear that she just was not picking up what the teacher had been putting down, and maybe it was time to get a little help.

Admitting defeat, Jack had gathered up her things and headed for the door. Then stopped rather suddenly as a familiar page in a text book caught her eye. Slowing beside the young man, she waited for him to notice her so she wouldn't accidently startle him by tapping on his shoulder. He was in her class, she was like ninety percent sure if that. What was his name again..?

It took longer than she'd been expecting for him to notice her, or at least to acknowledge that he'd noticed her, and she was tempted to just cut her losses and leave. But what if he was just finishing up a thought, and he looked up right as she was walking away? That would have been incredibly rude.

She didn't know what to do.

But he looked up at last and she smiled in relief, shoulders sagging a little as he introduced himself. Isaac! That's it. "Hi, Isaac. Sorry to bother you. I'm Jack, I'm in your trig class." She paused for a moment, searching that puzzled face for any spark of recognition.

Regardless though, she plowed through. "It's just...See, I'm having a lot of trouble with the homework we got assigned earlier, and it looked like maybe you were having an easier time with it." The longer she spoke the faster the words ran together. "And I was just wondering if maybe you wouldn't mind giving me a hand. If you weren't too busy, I mean."

When he gestured at the seat across from him the girl let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and smiled brightly, apologetically. "Thank you." With help maybe she wouldn't be forced to spend multiple hours going over the problems again and again with little to no comprehension. It wasn't that she was stupid, at least she didn't think she was, she was just having a hard time wrapping her mind around this.

Ducking her head, Jack held up a finger to indicate she'd just be a moment, and then headed over to her own table to grab her book and her bag before returning and taking a seat.

But his question made her wince, breath drawing between her teeth as she looked down at the page of problems they were supposed to be completing, and then up again. "Maybe all of it," she admitted hesitantly. He'd offered to help, but she hadn't missed the pause before that and guessed that he might have been weighing the time and hassle against politeness.

"If it's too much I understand. I just...maybe if we worked through a few I thought it'd give me an idea of what I'd been doing wrong."

Another relieved sigh and grateful smile as Jack slid her chair around so they'd be close enough to work together easily. She'd have to figure out a way to thank him properly after this, because he really was saving her a lot of time and definitely appreciated it.

"I don't know why Trig has to be required," she admitted softly, pencil in hand and cheek resting on her other hand. "I dunno what I'd need it for with my major." Where in photography was math required other than to discuss pricing? And that was all basic.

"I'm just...stuck," she admitted with a sigh, rolling bright eyes to the side to watch his profile.

While things never exactly fell into place, Jack did find it a lot easier to take in and absorb as Isaac worked through the problems slowly one at a time. She was quiet as she watched him break them down into their various parts, and after a few she actually felt confident enough to hazard a guess at a few answers before he checked to be sure they were correct. A few were, so progress was at least being made.

She was tapping her eraser on her cheek when he spoke up, and only then did she realize she'd complained allowed. It made her flush, lips twitching in a micro wince before tugging up on the sides in a tiny, apologetic smile.

"No, you're right." She said it softly, eyes back on her paper again. "I'm just not very good at it." It was fortunate that this was the last math credit she'd have to worry about.

Bright eyes flicked to his pencil as he wrote. "You make it look easy."

Jack had to figure he was right about that, about different people having differently geared minds. It made sense, especially considering people like Steven Hawkings or Mozart, or Einstein. Brilliance, but in differing fields. Science, theory, or musics.

Jack had the mind of an artist, or so she liked to tell herself. She had an eye for color, and balance, and composition. Not just the set up for a picture, but the editing as well. She'd been good at it when she'd first picked up a camera and she was doing her best to get better at it so she could make a living from it.

Which brought her back to the problem at hand. Or rather problems. Letting out a heavy breath she looked over what was left of their homework. She hoped he was right, because she didn't want to have to hunt people down every time they had an assignment. And what the hell was she supposed to do for tests?

Smoothing her hand along the edge of the paper she poised her pencil over the next pen, smiled, and looked up at Isaac. "Let's do another. Odds are it'll click eventually, right?"