Second term had begun, and in the teacher’s lounge surprise, and even disappointment, was expressed at Robin’s class selections, spoken as if the woodshop teacher wasn’t even in the room. Because of their daily talk he knew that this was an uncharacteristic choice for his new student, and that she had been increasingly less academically inclined, was no longer involved in sports and afterschool activities.
The woodshop teacher didn’t need his colleagues’ comments to recognize that Robin wasn’t the typical disenchanted and disenfranchised doper that he usually got in his classes, and he made sure to present her with challenging projects, encouraged her to be creative. Today he showed her the scoring saw and was impressed by her interest and her questions, smiling with her at her delight in the word kerf, which she defined as being “the nothing that is left that is bigger than the cut itself”.
“I want to use the scoring saw to make a design in my table top”, she said, “beautiful kerfs for all to see.”
He agreed, gave some procedural advice, insisted that she roll up her customary long-sleeves, and was more surprised that she readily did so while looking him right in the eye than by the meticulous scoring on her forearms.
Six Sentence Story prompt at Recording Life Under the Radar using the word score.