The Theory of Tea and Biscuits (Yuuki_Tatsunohi and NotAllThatCreative)

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#1

Perhaps one of the best things about Fall was the rapidly changing leaves. How quickly something so vibrantly green can turn to an equally vibrant shade of red. Added when those leaves fall and turn the ground into an array of red and gold. No matter how many times Masato Ueda has seen the change, he never tires of it. And he’s seen it many times, more than anyone here in Portland, Maine.

Standing before his office window, Masato admired a large oak tree. The leaves were already a deep red with many of them already on the ground. A few teenagers—students at the school he worked for—hung out by the tree, some sitting in its branches while others stood around the base chatting with each other. One of them looked at the watch on her wrist, telling the others something before all of them started walking back to the school. That was Masato’s signal that break time was over and he should head to class.

Taking a bundle of papers along with the teacher’s version of the assigned textbook, Masato entered the classroom just as the previous teacher—a man in his sixties—stepped out.

“Max,” the other teacher greeted, using Masato’s American name.

“Hello, Dwayne,” he greeted cordially. They nodded once to each other, a gesture to signal the transfer of classrooms. Once he set down the items he carried, Masato turned to the whiteboard and sighed. It was covered in various notes and equations, likely related to what Masato assumed to be chemistry. As polite as the other teacher was, he wished Dwayne would at least erase the board when he was done. Masato has brought it up before, though Dwayne’s excuse was his joints were in pain and that he feared his back might give out due to his old age. It was annoying and somewhat ironic to hear complaints about being old when he himself was so much older. Then again, they were just humans.

Shaking his head but with a small smile on his lips, Masato proceeded to clean the whiteboard and write his own lesson plan for the day.

Students filed in as he did so, happily chatting with their friends and occasionally tossing him a greeting. A few of them commented on the new unit they were starting: The Roman Empire. Those in the room already seemed excited. His sharper than normal ears picked up on the little trivia bits they exchanged with each other as well as listing off some well-known rulers of the time. Perhaps having read as many books as he had given the very long time he has been alive, Masato should have corrected them in their discussion, but knowing they were eager to learn about the Empire made the teacher side of him stop. They’ll learn more about it, so don’t kill their enthusiasm.

Once finished, Masato headed to his desk at the far end of the room, turning on the computer and logging into the staff portal. There were a few minutes left before the bell rang, so he used the time to pull up the slideshow he had prepared as well as a link to a video for his students. Once the final bell rang and everyone was seated, he grabbed the bundle of papers he carried with him and went through the rows, handing them off based on the name written at the top.

“Morning everyone. I’m handing out your chapter tests from the other day. I recommend you keep them as study guides to help you in your semester final. As you can see on the board, today we are starting the Roman Empire. I estimate we’ll cover it in about the same amount of time it took us to cover the Ancient Greece, maybe even more so since this era had an impact on countries well beyond its time of reign. However, I believe this will not be a difficult subject for many of you.” As he said that last sentence, he slid a paper onto the desk of a young girl named Charity Williams, meeting her eyes briefly before continuing. Written in red ink, was the score of her test: 66% with a letter ‘D’ next to it, and right underneath was a message saying, “Please see me after class.”

Once all the papers had been passed out, Masato turned on the projector to show the slideshow on the screen and headed for the front of the classroom to begin the lecture. His lecture was on the topic of the Empire’s predecessor, the Roman Republic. While the subject wasn’t specifically on the Empire itself, it gave Masato a sense of pride and satisfaction when some of his students raised some eyebrows when they learned the famous Caesar was not part of the Empire. For the last few minutes of class, he played a video he found that summarized everything he had discussed to help the students retain this new knowledge.

The bell rang and as students gathered their materials, he called out, “Your homework for tonight is to read pages 125-133 in your textbook, then answer the discussion questions found on 134. We’ll be having a group discussion tomorrow so make sure you come prepared!” And with that, Masato sat down at his desk as he waited for everyone to leave.
 
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#2


Fall in Maine had about the same weather patterns as London did. Rain, cold temperatures, and cloudy skies were normal to her. In fact, she enjoyed them. The rain is what greeted her when she pulled the curtains apart in front of the window and looked outside for the first time that morning. Her nearly blind eyes scanned the area and she hummed under her breath, turning around to look at her room. She grabbed her glasses off of the stand next to her bed and made her way over to the closet after putting them on.

It was second week of school in this new country and she was, to say the least, unhappy. Every kid dressed up for school but not her. She really had nothing impressive to wear and she couldn't afford the latest trends, not that she wanted to. Her wardrobe consisted of sweaters, long sleeved shirts, jeans, and All Star shoes. Thrift store shopping was the most she could afford and well, that's what all of her wardrobe consisted of aside from her shoes. Pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose, she grabbed one of her long sleeved shirts and jeans before stepping away from the closet.

"Another day... In a new country." Charity looked at herself in the mirror and frowned, eyeing herself up and down. Her looks weren't the most impressive. As most would say, she's quite dull. She turns around and goes towards the backpack that's laying near her door, picking it up. Searching through it, she tried to find some change or even some sort of paper bill but nothing came up. "So no breakfast again today." Grabbing her scarf that hung on the back of the door to her room, she wrapped it around her neck and placed the messenger bag around her, letting it rest on her hip. She opened the door and walked out into the hall of the dorm where the students lived.

Students piled into the hall as they slowly made their way to class, talking, laughing, and being rowdy the whole way. Charity, on the other hand, wasn't speaking with anyone or really looking at them. Her eyes were glued to the ground and she was silent. She knew that if she were to say something, someone would approach her and the less attention, the better. These rich kids held nothing back and considering her origins made them feel even more powerful over her. So Charity did the best to avoid them at all costs. And that's exactly what she did too. She stayed as far away from them as she could manage as she walked through the pouring rain to her first class.

By the time she reached her class, her clothes were damp and the students that were in the room let out laughs at the sight of her as she made her way towards her desk.

"Poor little Charity."

"The rain doesn't do much for her looks. In fact, they made that frizzy thing she calls hair look worse!"

"Why doesn't she go back home where she belongs? No one wants her here."

"No one wants her in general, Jasmine! She's an orphan, don't you know that? That's what the principle said when she walked in on the first day."

"How sad. They send her here and she's still not wanted."

Their terrible words will get worse with each passing day, it seemed like. She was used to it. The kids in the school she went to back in England were no better. Charity only hoped that these kids weren't as physical as the others. She didn't need a broken nose again or broken glasses. It was bad enough that the glasses she had on were taped on the side to hold them together. Her thoughts were cut off by a paper being placed in front of her and she glanced up at her teacher before back at the paper. She nearly whined at the sight of the small note. 'First week I'm here and I'm already failing a class.' She knew that this wasn't a good sign.

Class ended almost as quickly as it began and she dreaded the next few minutes. She grabbed her stuff and placed it in her bag before getting up. The other students were quick to run out and join their friends out in the hall. Charity shook her head and walked up to Max's desk, nervously playing with the sleeves of her shirt. "You wanted to see me, sir?" Social circumstances were her downfall and she never liked talking to too many new people. Her eyes never met his and stayed to the ground, waiting to hear what he had to say. She shifted lightly where she stood, trying to get her racing heart to calm down but between that and her tense nerves, she was sure that she might faint if she wasn't careful.
 

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#3
Masato looked up when someone approached his desk, immediately recognizing Charity and remembering the note he wrote to her.

“Aah yes, I did.” He gestured at the chair in front of his desk for her to sit. He then folded his hands over the table. “Ms. Williams, your recent score on this last test was—“ he paused “—significantly less than the class average. I understand you are a new transfer to this school but considering past assignments—” he pulled up her grades on the computer, showing a list of all completed assignments done in his class so far with a letter grade next to it. Most of the grades averaged between Cs and Ds. “—if this continues, you likely may not be allowed to continue attending here.”

The girl had only started attending school within these past two weeks as well as just moving to the country. He was sure she was still trying to adjust to such a new environment. And Masato would be lying if he said he never heard the comments the other students whispered about her. He wasn’t from this country either, so it hit a little too close to home to hear them say that. The difference though was Masato had years to adjust, more than anyone else in this school. He knew how hard it could be as well as dealing those who only seemed to make it even worse, but it wasn’t fair to expect her to have settled in after only two weeks.

He made a mental note to himself of who those students were, so their behavior towards a fellow classmate can be addressed. He hoped it would help, but that for sure didn’t fix the main issue at hand here.

“There is still a chance,” Masato said. “I can tutor you. If you really feel like this is a difficult subject, I’d be more than happy to help. Would you be willing to take that offer?”
 
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#4
Charity took a seat across from him and twiddled her thumbs in her lap as she sat there, listening to him. There was anxiety building up inside of her and she shifted in her seat every few seconds, unsure of what to say to him. She would nod her head at certain points and she knew he was being serious.

"History has never been a, uh, strong subject of mine." She admitted as she could feel her cheeks heat up in embarrassment, turning her eyes away from her teacher. "The history here is hard to get a grasp on as well." Being in a new country and having to learn everything about it was a stressful task, one that has been taking up a lot of her studying time as she wanted to apply for citizenship. She wished that she had been placed in a class that focused on one area of history and not multiple. "Sir, I am trying." The bullies of the school didn't make it easy for her in this class as they sat right behind her and loved to bug her.

His suggestion made her look up at him in surprise. Her eyes were wide with shocked as she took in his words. "Really?" Was he messing with her like the other students did or was he serious? She couldn't tell at first but when the look on his face didn't waiver, she relaxed instantly, her shoulders slumping as she sat there. "That would be wonderful." There was a breathy sigh of relief that came out of her and she smiled lightly at him, nodding. "I would like that. If you still have the time, that is."

She didn't want to impose on him as she knew he was most likely busy during the evenings. Teaching was stressful from what she had witnessed before. A foster parent of hers was an English teacher and the man hated his job but she wasn't about to ask her teacher if he hated his. He looked as though he enjoyed it.

"Could we possibly start tomorrow?" She twiddled her thumbs as she sat there, waiting anxiously for his response. "If not, it's okay. I understand. I don't want to impose or be a burden."
 

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#5
Masato nodded. Learning another country’s history was hard. The past had a big impact in the now and many little things were influenced by it that sometimes it can be too much. He remembered his years in Florence, Italy where many days were spent just in the Uffizi alone, admiring the different artwork and trying to decipher the new language to learn if some major event was the inspiration for an artist. Charity at least didn't have to learn an entirely new language but learning an entire world's history is so much more than a single country's.

At first, Charity did not take his offer seriously. He nodded again, and a look of immense relief settled on her features followed by an immediate acceptance of his offer. Looks like he was right to reach out. He recalled a small conversation between fellow staff members that she was here on a science scholarship and her interests were geared more towards science and math, like Dwayne. He had no doubt her grades in those subjects were far better than here. It happens; he has seen students excel in his class yet struggle in another and vice versa so the least he could do is offer his services.

“Of course. And don’t worry: you are not imposing or a burden at all. I want to help, Ms. Williams,” he reassured. At that moment, the bell rang. Masato pulled out a light green pad that had the school’s emblem on top. He wrote a quick note before tearing it off and handing it to Charity. “Here’s a hall pass for your next class. Meet me in the library tomorrow after school.” He paused to think. “We can review today's homework and tomorrow’s lesson to start off.” He crossed towards the door, holding it open for her. “I’ll see you tomorrow and have a good rest of your day.”


After the final bell the next day, Masato made his way towards the school’s library. His bookbag hanging off his shoulder stuffed with papers and some textbooks, he greeted the librarian and confirmed the room he had reserved for the day. He hadn’t seen Charity, so he took a spot on one of the couches until she arrived. On the little coffee table in front of him was a variety of books arranged on a stand. Among them was a biography on the singer John Lennon. While Masato wasn’t into the Beatles even when they were big, he always found it amazing how much fame the band held. Curious and figuring the book would help pass the time by, he picked it up and started to skim through the pages as he waited.
 
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#6
The next day had passed by rather quickly to her surprise and it wasn't as stressful as it normally was. In fact, it was a rather good day despite how she was still struggling in history. Nobody bothered her, only gave her dirty looks or completely ignored her, and that gave her time to focus on what she needed to do to complete her Visa. Staying in the states was troublesome and their laws made it rather difficult to stay. One Visa said she would have to be married within 90 days of completing the application and another was only for 90 days as a tourist. So many options with ridiculous requirements.

Lifting her head up from her tablet, she noticed the time and hummed in thought. She had an hour before tutoring and she had plenty of time to kill. There was a little cafe nearby that served international pastries and the thought of it caused her stomach to grumble. She ate like a bird so it was no wonder she was so hungry. Putting away her tablet and grabbing her bag, she stood up from her small table in the library before making her way out of the building. She knew she had enough money on her to get what she wanted but she made a mental note to go to the bank in the morning to get some more.

"That'll be $7.50." Charity dug around in her pocket for the small amount of money she had on her before looking towards the glass display case once again. "May I get another piece of the Bread and Butter Pudding please?" She handed the money over to the cashier and grabbed her small bag of goodies she had gotten. Walking over, she set her cup of chamomile tea down on a nearby condiment stand and pulled off the top, grabbing a couple of packets of honey and two of the small containers of milk. The tea was to her liking once she tasted it and she hummed in happiness. "Nothing like the taste of home to cheer one up." She grabbed a couple of forks and some napkins before stuffing them into the brown bag with the two containers of pudding. Looking at her watch on her wrist, she nearly fell over. "I'm going to be late!"

Grabbing the bag in front of her and her tea, she hurried out of the small, but busy, cafe and made her way back to the university. She got there with just minutes to spare and quietly made her way into the library. Her eyes spotted her teacher and she quickly walked over to him, taking a seat near him. She took a small sip of her tea and set the cup down on the table in front of her before grabbing the bag she had set down next to her. Digging around in it, she pulled out one of the containers that had the pudding in it and a fork with a napkin before holding it out to her teacher.

"This is to say thank you." Charity explained with a small nod as she held the items out in front of her. "You are helping me more than you know and I wish to repay you for it." It was the least she could do. "It's a traditional dessert from my home country and a favorite of mine. I prefer it with lots of cinnamon on it but that's my preference." She was babbling now as she started to feel a bit awkward. Gifting things to teachers wasn't a normal thing to her but he went out of his way to help her so she felt the need to repay him in some way.
 
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#7
The Lennon biography seemed like a promising read. He skipped the preface as he only wanted to skim for what this book was worth, and he was already impressed at how informative the first few pages of the first chapter were. He likely would have forgotten he had a tutoring session had he not heard someone sit in the seat next to him. He smiled at Charity and was about to greet her when she handed him a small pastry box and some utensils.

“Uh oh, now I really need to work hard when tutoring you,” he chuckled at his own joke. He took the food from Charity, fingers lightly ghosting over hers. “Thank you for the food though. You say it’s a dessert from your home country correct?” He looked at the pastry, trying to see what it was made of. Some layers of bread, a filling that reminded him of custard, with what looked like raisins sprinkled in between the layers. He was fortunate he could still consume human foods as he was curious to know how bread and butter pudding tasted. He opened the box and took a small sample with the fork. “It’s good,” he said.

“Oh, before I forget, I did reserve a room for us.” Masato returned the John Lennon book back to its place on the stand. He stood up, adjusting his bag with one hand and balancing the pastry in the other. “There’s a table for you to work on homework and a whiteboard as well. I might use it for writing important dates.”

He led the way to a small room in the back of the library. He signed the sheet taped onto the glass and entered, setting his belongings in a corner of the room and digging out the teacher’s textbook.

“Alright, for starters, let’s go over yesterday’s homework,” he began, opening the textbook to the current unit.
 

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#8
Charity nodded at his question and smiled lightly, seeming pleased that he liked it. "I had it a lot growing up. It's considered a poor man's dessert at home." And that's exactly what it was. For centuries, the lower class people in her country would make it as it was something cheap and didn't break the bank. For something so simple, it was rather popular amongst the children in the orphanage. She believed it was because the cook would put some cinnamon in it to give it a sweeter taste and the kids went wild over it. It was a treat compared to what the old man made until he was relieved of his duties and the current chef took over.

She was quickly brought out of her thoughts when he started speaking again and stood up. Following him, she glanced around the library before stepping into the room after him. "It's so different." She grumbled to herself as took a seat at the table in the room and pulled her pen out of her bag along with her notebook, textbook, and the homework from the night before. Despite arriving a few weeks ago, various things surprised her still; especially how they referred to certain things. The fact that they call their rubbish bins trash cans, duvets are comforters, the fact that they use both washers and dryers, and that they have central air. It's all so odd to her. The food was the most confusing of them all! So many different flavors compared to what she was used to and if she wasn't careful, she was going to gain a lot of weight from eating everything that was so savory. Speaking of...

Reaching over, Charity pulled out her pudding and opened the container, taking a small bite of the snack. "This assignment is about the Roman empire, yes?" She arched a brow as she looked up at him. "I do know about that to a certain degree." A small degree but nothing more. That would help her even though she wasn't sure how much. "Or is it something else?" She was hoping it'd be something else, something less complicated. "Why you chose to teach such a subject will be a mystery to me." Shaking her head, she grabbed her textbook and started to flip through it to the chapter they were on earlier in the day.
 

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#9
“Yes, Roman Empire,” Masato repeated. His lip then curled in amusement. Typical quip from someone whose interests were not directed towards the story of the world. He wasn’t insulted though; students will have different interests no matter what. Masato figured that out after his first year of teaching and has learned to accept that. He’ll reach out if ever he finds anyone in trouble and would be more than happy to help if they take it, such as Charity here.I actually find the Roman Empire to be an interesting subject. A period in history where one nation had nearly full control of a continent, divide in half, only for one side to fail and the other to thrive. Not to mention you can still see the empire’s influence today.”

He paused, tapping his chin in a thoughtful manner. “Maybe the next unit after this should be the Industrial period. Skip the Renaissance and numerous revolutions and get right to the emergence of factory workers and an economic boom in the textile industry. Or the 20th century. Now that is an exciting topic and maybe I should make have everyone write a ten-page paper on it.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he added quickly, unable to hide the smirk on his face anymore. He waited for Charity to pull up the chapter. "Back on topic: any questions from the homework? Things you had trouble with?”
 

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#10
Charity tensed up at the thought of having to write a ten page paper. This teacher is trying to kill me! This must be some form of torture amongst teachers that they love. She was sure she had the most unsettled look on her face right now and he was going to start laughing at her. The fact that he would joke about such a thing made her nervous that he would actually do it. Her teachers back home would joke about such things and then the next day, there would be a twenty page long test. She bit her bottom lip at the thought and reached forward, grabbing her tea and taking a drink of it.

Setting her drink back down, she turned her eyes towards the textbook in front of her and started to flip towards the chapter they were working on. "You talk as though you've seen half of what you teach." Charity pointed out as she glanced up at him. "I have never met a teacher as passionate as you." Pushing her glasses up with her index finger, she flipped to one of the pages that she was stuck on. "I suppose... I'm stuck on the whole chapter." She wasn't sure what to start with as she didn't understand most of it. "We could start with why some of the first wars were started? Or how it came to be known as the Roman Empire?"

The young woman wasn't even sure herself. She was completely lost on this history stuff and she didn't like it. At this point, she wished this class wasn't needed for her to graduate. She had all the credits she needed and was top of her class aside from this one subject. Times like this, she wished she could go back in time and see what caused half of this stuff in history that made no sense to her.

"I can understand most of the questions from the homework but," Charity took her pen and tapped it against her left temple as she thought about which question to ask first. "the questions about Caesar stump me most. Especially when it comes to his role as a politic which lead to the fall of the Roman Republic."
 

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#11
A bit sassy, isn’t she? he thought to himself in amusement. In class the girl hardly talked, so to see such a side to her was different than what he expected. Perhaps this meant Charity was starting to get used to being in a different country? He hoped that was the case, though it was still too early to tell. His lip also curled upwards at her comment about him seeing some of the things he mentioned. She was spot on, but she didn’t need to know that.

He turned to the section in question, skimming the text to see what he could use to help her out.

Masato nodded. “Caesar, during his lifetime, set forth many things that practically turned the Empire upside down. Some of it was beneficial, such as adding Egypt to the Empire and bringing in a major food source. Another—” he pointed at a passage in her textbook “—was when he appointed himself as lifelong dictator over the entire Republic after the civil wars. Take note also of who he gave seats of power to during his rule; we’re going to be talking about them later in the unit, but those in his administration basically fought each other over who would take over after he died.”

He hoped at least giving her some insight into the what’s coming up later would help. Along with giving a short summary of what happened. If only he knew what her learning style was. Some students learned from reading and aced his class, others were auditory learners and benefitted from sitting in the classroom and hearing the lecture. And there were others who were visual and needed a different resource to help them. He could easily draw up a flow chart or something on the whiteboard if that were the case, maybe even have her participate to help the knowledge stick.

“And how about the reforms? From the reading and homework, can you name some of Caesar’s reforms? Both political and societal.” He stood up, taking a whiteboard marker and making a bulleted list. “List off as many as you can remember and I’ll write them down. Hint: I gave you one already.”