Maddie: It's not like Jazz to just take off without saying something.
Jack: I know. She usually talks and talks and talks. Big words I can barely understand.
Secret Weapons
Disclaimer: Any information about psychology I obtained from Wikipedia.
Psychology
Jazz was a junior in college. I was a freshman. Our paths: totally and ultimately different. Jazz was going to Harvard, majoring in Psychology. I, on the other hand, was in military school. Mind you, it was my choice; I was in the Air Force. I would eventually apply to NASA, but that was years away. Both of us visited home on the holidays, and we had fun chasing ghosts. Before I'd left for college, I'd told my parents my secret. They took it quite well, actually. They told me that I couldn't sneak out at night or anything like that, and they warned me against telling anyone.
Well, it was Christmastime again, and Jazz and I were both on Christmas vacation. A week with no school, it was heaven. Anyways, Jazz brought with her a thesis on psychology that she was worried wouldn't be good enough. So Mom, Dad, and I all decided to listen to it. We had no idea how long it was...
"Research in psychology is conducted in broad accord with the standards of scientific method, encompassing both qualitative ethological and quantitative statistical modalities to generate and evaluate explanatory hypotheses with regard to psychological phenomena..."
Two hours later, she was finally done. Mom was nodding in approval, and I had a clueless look on my face, no doubt. Another reason I wanted to be an astronaut: all I had to know was a few switches and buttons. Dad stared at her with a blank look on his face, and I couldn't help but laugh at his helplessness.
"Too many big words, Dad?" I asked him. He nodded, emitting a laugh from all of us. Ah, the holidays.