Samuel and the Test: Part Two

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Part 1 was  Samuel Takes the Test  at this site 

Samuel hopped off the table and dragged it over by the viewing mirror, followed by the chair placed on top the table. 

What is he doing…Oh, he is establishing contact…Wait…What is he REALLY doing??

Samuel had selected a variety of primary color squirt bottles and placed those on the table.  Climbing onto the chair with squirt bottles in each hand, Samuel thought.  These are on the tables of restaurants but never touched them.  Let us see what these babies can do…

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The last thing the observers observed were wild sprays of colors hitting the mirror.  Circles. Arcs. All dripping and running down from the top of the mirror to the bottom in primary, secondary, and tertiary bold colors. Dripping and running until the mirror was obscured.

What kind of paint is that, tempura?….No, we used acrylic this time…WHY?...We got a good deal on it…

The cameras were in clear view and an easy shot.  Samuel aimed easily.

At least he did not see the cameras in the vents…No…How…Dammit!....

Samuel had dumped the crayons on the hard floor and was stomping them to pieces, almost powder.  Cheap things, aren’t they? Must be budget cuts.  Always stick with Crayola is my motto…

He dumped the tubs of thick paste and kneaded the crayon into it, forming a clay, a clay of all colors.  The heat vents were waiting for him, and he covered the clay over the vents, a beautiful paste that melted and hardened.  Lovely.  I must remember this…

What will happen next?  Now that Samuel has eliminated adult observation?  What will he do?

The third and final part of this adventure in the test is scheduled for Friday, September 13.  Is that significant in any way...or is it by accident...I just don't know for sure.

Samuel Takes the Test

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It is time. Nana stewed the day after the Baptist Church incident. 

Nana realized that Samuel was ready to go to the school, EDUCATION FOR THE GIFTED AND CREATIVE.  His father Nathan had done well there, after all. 

Samuel recognized the school immediately and swallowed the gall of panic.  Think, man, think!  But events moved too quickly once the doors closed and Samuel was in the company of Nana and her friend, Dr. Anna. 

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After brief introductions to a saccharine insipid Miss Bethany, Samuel was given instructions: Create as many colors as he could with the materials provided.

Samuel found himself in a pleasant circular room, softly illuminated overhead, with white board walls and tan seamless flooring.  He noted a large mirror curving around part way…Oh, seriously?  One way mirrors?!  So old school....  

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Walking slowly around the room and running his hands along the white board, Samuel observed several things:  the walls had no seams; he could just reach the one way mirror if he stretched enough; and, there were three floor level heating vents with no screws and a metal mesh covers.

In the center of the room was a solid round white table made of some strong resin in one piece.  There was a similar chair, again with no seams, screws, or nails.

Next to the table were five cardboard boxes, filled with supplies.  Samuel squatted down by them, eyeing them carefully.  He began to remove each item one by one, making mental notes.

Boxes large kindergarten-type crayons in red, blue, and yellow?  Do they think I need this many?

Chalk, lots of yellow, blue, and red chalk?   Hmmm…an interesting choice of medium…

Now, let’s see what else: Empty cups, jars of thick peppermint paste, boxes of tongue depressors, Elmer’s glue, tempura paint in primary colors…Don’t they realize what I can do with all of this? 

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Samuel began pacing around the supplies and glancing at spots in the circular room.  He climbed up on the table, standing tall over the room.  Then he looked directly into the one-way mirror.

Miss Bethany cleared her throat.  “Clearly he is overwhelmed.  Look at his stillness, at the lack of expression.  Let’s get him out of there…”

Dr. Anna spoke quietly, “No, I think we need to give him time.”  Another doctor concurred, followed by murmurs of consent.  “Samuel is, after all Nathan’s son, Dr. Nana’s grandson.”

Nana said not a word, keeping eye contact with Samuel.  ‘Oh, Samuel, they do not know what you can do…’

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Samuel smiled, a sweet 3 ½ year old smile.  Let the games begin…

He jumped off the table.

What will Samuel do next?  What do you think will happen?  Where will Samuel go from here?