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Eddie feels kind of dumb about all this, but the longer he keeps it to himself, the worse it gets. Ever since the end of last semester at Barton, where he had barely scraped by with passing grades, he's been rethinking the whole college thing. At first, it had felt like a bit of a victory, getting into college even after all those teachers at Hawkins High proclaimed him to be a failure. A middle finger in their general direction, because he, Eddie The Freak Munson, had gotten into college.
But then he'd gotten there and while he had liked parts of some classes, he'd also had to write papers and do research and take real tests and exams. Being in theatre apparently didn't automatically exempt him from having to sit at a desk with a pencil and scratch little circles into a piece of paper, as if that was the best way to measure someone's intelligence.
Eddie isn't stupid. He'd never let the teachers back in Hawkins convince him of that, even though they tried. He knows he's smart, but he's also come to the conclusion that he's just not cut out for traditional school.
That's why, in early August, he had gone to campus and withdrawn himself from all his courses for the year.
If Chrissy has wondered why he's only going to work and not school, she hasn't asked. She's good like that, though, she gives him space about things when she senses he needs it, and it's not as if Eddie is having a hard time otherwise. He loves his job, he's having an amazing time making music with Lestat, and all things considered, his life here is pretty cool.
He just worries he might be letting people down who expect more out of him.
And so he has to tell someone before he loses his mind, which is why he's at the apartment Will shares with Joyce, hoping to high hell Chief Hopper isn't around as he knocks on the door.
But then he'd gotten there and while he had liked parts of some classes, he'd also had to write papers and do research and take real tests and exams. Being in theatre apparently didn't automatically exempt him from having to sit at a desk with a pencil and scratch little circles into a piece of paper, as if that was the best way to measure someone's intelligence.
Eddie isn't stupid. He'd never let the teachers back in Hawkins convince him of that, even though they tried. He knows he's smart, but he's also come to the conclusion that he's just not cut out for traditional school.
That's why, in early August, he had gone to campus and withdrawn himself from all his courses for the year.
If Chrissy has wondered why he's only going to work and not school, she hasn't asked. She's good like that, though, she gives him space about things when she senses he needs it, and it's not as if Eddie is having a hard time otherwise. He loves his job, he's having an amazing time making music with Lestat, and all things considered, his life here is pretty cool.
He just worries he might be letting people down who expect more out of him.
And so he has to tell someone before he loses his mind, which is why he's at the apartment Will shares with Joyce, hoping to high hell Chief Hopper isn't around as he knocks on the door.