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164 Fic: The Front Lines
Title: The Front Lines
Author: Rebcake
Rating: PG
Word Count: 800
Prompt: 164 – Robin Wood
Characters: Mostly Robin, a smidge of Gunn
Summary: Robin thinks about all the varieties of monster he knows, a couple of years before he comes to Sunnydale.
The main difference between Robin and the other kids was that he never had the luxury of believing that the monster under the bed was imaginary. But he’d had a good upbringing, an excellent education, and a great foster father. He knew the monsters were out there, but Bernard Crowley kept him safe in Beverly Hills.
It didn’t keep him from being an angry young man. Looking back, he realized that was the most clichéd indulgence of his life. All young men felt angry, regardless of their experience in life. If anything, privilege made the anger stronger. It all seemed ridiculous now, to have wasted all that time and energy on a pipe-dream of retribution.
His early professional life showed him just how unique he wasn’t. He worked at middle and high schools in Compton and East LA, stuffed with dozens of kids that had lost family members to violence, drugs, or the whacked-out American corrections system. Even more than the tenuous memories of his mother—slain by a demon—this experience was his call to arms. It was a war that required cunning, heart, and nerves of steel. It emphatically didn’t require stakes, knives, or explosive devices. The monster wasn’t imaginary, and it could not be killed.
Every day he saw bright young minds all around him, too distracted by hunger and basic concerns about safety to focus on school. Every kid was a battlefield, and the staff and (sometimes) the families fought off the demons of poverty, addiction, bad influences, and bad luck. In his off hours, he still fought the monsters he could defeat, in alleys and sewers. It was cathartic and left him with a clear head for the real fight.
The victories were heady. He felt invincible the day he sent Selena Rodriguez off to UC Berkeley and Serena Jackson off to George Washington University, both with full rides. Their families were grateful and at their back-to-back graduation BBQs he was treated like a sultan, right down to the attentive and attractive older cousins and young aunties. The very next day, Marcel Hakim Ulloa—the kid he’d watched graduate two years earlier, against all odds—was killed in a robbery at the store where he clerked. Robin felt like he’d let his guard down, and this was the result.
After the break, and a swath cut through the vamp dens in El Segundo, he coached the girls’ basketball team after school, and then started offering martial arts classes, disguised as self-defense. When word got out, and the classes got too big, he handed off the coaching duties and focused on the martial arts. He even had two classes for boys, as long as they were able to demonstrate self-control. He didn’t know if he was on the right track, but he felt better about things.
It was still a battle every day. He went from math teacher to assistant principal in a few years. He argued with the food services department downtown about the nutritional value of the free lunches. He wrote grants to get poets-in-residence and saw a couple of kids get signed to recording contracts, though nothing fancy. He put the word out to his buddies that had gone corporate (almost all of them) to collect their hotel toiletries and send them his way. You can’t buy soap with food stamps, and lots of his kids had been doing without.
He tried to get the Mock Trial Team off the ground, but when they lost Charles Gunn, it all fell apart. That kid had the most potential of any he’d seen in all his years on the job. Charles was a natural leader, with charisma and intellectual curiosity that he couldn’t hide no matter how he tried. His little sister, Alonna, had a lay-up that was a thing of beauty. He’d thought she might be able to attract some Pac10 attention, once she moved up from the junior varsity team. Charles could go all the way, maybe even Ivy League, with a whole bunch of luck and some calls to old family friends.
Then they stopped coming to school. Charles’ friend Reg said there’d been some “family stuff”, and that Alonna and Charles were okay, but he didn’t think they’d be back. Robin tried to find them, but the address he had was a crime scene and nobody seemed to know the kids’ whereabouts. It was a real blow, and he considered, again, taking that cushy job in Sunnydale. He’d heard that the monsters there might be something he could fight.
He stayed, though, and told himself that he’d give it two more years here in the trenches. He kept fighting for traction every place he could think of. Sometimes it worked. One kid at a time.
It was the mission that mattered.
FIN
If you'd like a peek at Robin Wood's reunion with Gunn, post-Chosen, read my continuation story: Gray Into Gold.
A/N: This story contains a whole lot of US and California state education system factoids, if you were wondering:
1. UC Berkeley is the top public university in California, and George Washington University is a prestigious private university in Washington, DC.
2. A “full ride” means that all costs are covered for your four-year undergraduate education. Books, housing, tuition: the works.
3. Is Mock Trial a US thing? Kids from different schools compete on opposite sides of a, well, mock trial to win fabulous prizes (i.e., bragging rights).
4. The Pac10 are the top ten colleges for athletics on the west coast of the US. Very good schools.
5. The Ivy League is the crème de la crème of US educational institutions. Harvard, Yale, Princeton, etc. Where they make presidents and captains of industry (not the self-made kind, usually).
6. That thing about the soap? Totally true story from a principal friend of mine.
Author: Rebcake
Rating: PG
Word Count: 800
Prompt: 164 – Robin Wood
Characters: Mostly Robin, a smidge of Gunn
Summary: Robin thinks about all the varieties of monster he knows, a couple of years before he comes to Sunnydale.
The main difference between Robin and the other kids was that he never had the luxury of believing that the monster under the bed was imaginary. But he’d had a good upbringing, an excellent education, and a great foster father. He knew the monsters were out there, but Bernard Crowley kept him safe in Beverly Hills.
It didn’t keep him from being an angry young man. Looking back, he realized that was the most clichéd indulgence of his life. All young men felt angry, regardless of their experience in life. If anything, privilege made the anger stronger. It all seemed ridiculous now, to have wasted all that time and energy on a pipe-dream of retribution.
His early professional life showed him just how unique he wasn’t. He worked at middle and high schools in Compton and East LA, stuffed with dozens of kids that had lost family members to violence, drugs, or the whacked-out American corrections system. Even more than the tenuous memories of his mother—slain by a demon—this experience was his call to arms. It was a war that required cunning, heart, and nerves of steel. It emphatically didn’t require stakes, knives, or explosive devices. The monster wasn’t imaginary, and it could not be killed.
Every day he saw bright young minds all around him, too distracted by hunger and basic concerns about safety to focus on school. Every kid was a battlefield, and the staff and (sometimes) the families fought off the demons of poverty, addiction, bad influences, and bad luck. In his off hours, he still fought the monsters he could defeat, in alleys and sewers. It was cathartic and left him with a clear head for the real fight.
The victories were heady. He felt invincible the day he sent Selena Rodriguez off to UC Berkeley and Serena Jackson off to George Washington University, both with full rides. Their families were grateful and at their back-to-back graduation BBQs he was treated like a sultan, right down to the attentive and attractive older cousins and young aunties. The very next day, Marcel Hakim Ulloa—the kid he’d watched graduate two years earlier, against all odds—was killed in a robbery at the store where he clerked. Robin felt like he’d let his guard down, and this was the result.
After the break, and a swath cut through the vamp dens in El Segundo, he coached the girls’ basketball team after school, and then started offering martial arts classes, disguised as self-defense. When word got out, and the classes got too big, he handed off the coaching duties and focused on the martial arts. He even had two classes for boys, as long as they were able to demonstrate self-control. He didn’t know if he was on the right track, but he felt better about things.
It was still a battle every day. He went from math teacher to assistant principal in a few years. He argued with the food services department downtown about the nutritional value of the free lunches. He wrote grants to get poets-in-residence and saw a couple of kids get signed to recording contracts, though nothing fancy. He put the word out to his buddies that had gone corporate (almost all of them) to collect their hotel toiletries and send them his way. You can’t buy soap with food stamps, and lots of his kids had been doing without.
He tried to get the Mock Trial Team off the ground, but when they lost Charles Gunn, it all fell apart. That kid had the most potential of any he’d seen in all his years on the job. Charles was a natural leader, with charisma and intellectual curiosity that he couldn’t hide no matter how he tried. His little sister, Alonna, had a lay-up that was a thing of beauty. He’d thought she might be able to attract some Pac10 attention, once she moved up from the junior varsity team. Charles could go all the way, maybe even Ivy League, with a whole bunch of luck and some calls to old family friends.
Then they stopped coming to school. Charles’ friend Reg said there’d been some “family stuff”, and that Alonna and Charles were okay, but he didn’t think they’d be back. Robin tried to find them, but the address he had was a crime scene and nobody seemed to know the kids’ whereabouts. It was a real blow, and he considered, again, taking that cushy job in Sunnydale. He’d heard that the monsters there might be something he could fight.
He stayed, though, and told himself that he’d give it two more years here in the trenches. He kept fighting for traction every place he could think of. Sometimes it worked. One kid at a time.
It was the mission that mattered.
FIN
If you'd like a peek at Robin Wood's reunion with Gunn, post-Chosen, read my continuation story: Gray Into Gold.
A/N: This story contains a whole lot of US and California state education system factoids, if you were wondering:
1. UC Berkeley is the top public university in California, and George Washington University is a prestigious private university in Washington, DC.
2. A “full ride” means that all costs are covered for your four-year undergraduate education. Books, housing, tuition: the works.
3. Is Mock Trial a US thing? Kids from different schools compete on opposite sides of a, well, mock trial to win fabulous prizes (i.e., bragging rights).
4. The Pac10 are the top ten colleges for athletics on the west coast of the US. Very good schools.
5. The Ivy League is the crème de la crème of US educational institutions. Harvard, Yale, Princeton, etc. Where they make presidents and captains of industry (not the self-made kind, usually).
6. That thing about the soap? Totally true story from a principal friend of mine.
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Thanks for the footnotes - Ivy League is not news, but all the others definitely needed explaining!
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I have this thought now of Gunn running into Wood for the first time in the Rules!verse, and saying, "Mr. Wood? What are you doing here?" and Wood getting all emotional (for him). *bats eyes*
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I think there's something like Mock Trial here, but I've never been involved in it. They didn't have it in Western Kentucky.
Clever tale.
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When I thought about Wood as a hero and as an educator, it made sense to me that he would combine those two qualities and work with the neediest kids. It was just a little hop to get him into the Gunns' high school. I was also all excited about showing Gunn's potential from an objective source, and foreshadowing his law career. (I had way too much fun with a story that actually made me tear up.)
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[I did not know that SOAP could not be purchased with food stamps. Maybe because it is a 'non-food' and taxable [at least in NY].
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When my friend told me about the soap (and shampoo, toothpaste, laundry detergent, etc.), my heart was a little bit broken. What a vicious cycle in the "land of plenty". Don't even get me started...
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Thanks for commenting!
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His intersect with the Gunn family worked in this context, and I like that he has no idea the supernatural was involved. I wonder how many students Robin had to lose before he decided to take that cushy job in Sunnydale.
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As for how many kids he lost, the answer is far too many. There is a horrifying statistic that something like 2/3 of all African-American males do not finish high school in California. Since this is the land of the free, we don't have any way of knowing if those kids are working, sick, dead, incarcerated, or have moved to another state. (Yes, I am an education wonk.) Whatever the reasons, I can't help but feel that each one of those kids is more than a number to Robin Wood.
Thanks for commenting!
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ETA: This icon is not entirely appropriate, but it's the only RW one I have.
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I was inspired to write about Robin Wood: Heroic Educator when I discovered this week that almost 5% of my daughter's 8th grade graduating class is in foster care or homeless. Her school is one of those considered "excellent" by state and federal standards, so what must the proportion of severely disadvantaged kids be at schools that don't meet those standards? You know what I'm talking about, if you work in a school. The challenges are immense, but I see staff members doing amazing things all the time. They offer guitar lessons on their lunch hour, supervise after school sports, and make house calls to talk to families of truants, or those who have suffered a tragedy. I'm so grateful for people who can manage to give a damn in the face of some really long odds.
I'm glad you liked it, and thanks for commenting!
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Great parallel between fighting monsters in the Buffyverse and fighting the monstrosity of a system that fails the people it is supposed to help.
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Thanks for commenting!
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Really, really loved this and hope that Robin would be pleased with how Charles turned out.
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I haven't watched The Wire, as I'm afraid it might be a little too real for me. Man's inhumanity to man always gets me down so. Thankfully, we have vampires to dish out the inhumanity, which just seems like good, clean, fun. ¡Yay!
I'm so pleased that you liked the story. I sometimes feel as if I'm tormenting you with my obscure Americanisms, but hopefully footnotes cure all ills! Thanks for commenting!
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One of the things I love so much about the Buffyverse is that everybody gets layers. None of the scoobies is completely good, and none of the main villains is without redeeming features. I'm not sure you can even class Wood as a villain; more an opponent?
Tying in the Gunns is an especially clever touch. It's officially part of my personal canon!
It didn’t keep him from being an angry young man. Looking back, he realized that was the most clichéd indulgence of his life. All young men felt angry, regardless of their experience in life. If anything, privilege made the anger stronger. It all seemed ridiculous now, to have wasted all that time and energy on a pipe-dream of retribution.
I love this passage! Very in character IMO.
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I had no plan of including the Gunns in this, but as I went along, it just seemed to make sense! Now I want to reintroduce them after Chosen! Free-for-all week, here I come!
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And - your notes are very educational to me. So, double thanks for a great story and for interesting facts.
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Footnotes: can't live without 'em. I'm relieved you don't find them boring.
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(I see we are chasing each other through the archives for last minute voting. Tsk. I'm such a procrastinator.)
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(I'm usually better on time, but school got in the way this month... Or at least, that's what I'm telling myself ;)
Is it okay if I friend you? I really like your stuff!
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Love the Gunn connection.
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I really want him to meet up with Gunn post Chosen! Without this background I would worry that it was too much "yeah, right, all black people know each other". But I'll bet they'd be relieved to have somebody from the old days in the demon hunter club.
Thaks for your nice comments!
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But I've always had a soft spot for Gunn. Those guys who fight without superpowers, those guys are admirable to me. Gunn is like Batman, without the money. I guess the same could be said about Wood, except we got too little too late of the positives for him.
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I really enjoyed your insights into the education system and the parallels between poverty, violence, drugs, and monsters.
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Thanks so much for commenting!
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(I gotta say, if Robin Wood was coaching basketball at my school I might have taken an interest in sports! DAYUM.)
This struck a chord with me in so many ways. Seems like California isn't that different from Ohio.
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Oh yeah. At least as a spectator...
The American educational system is a weird patchwork, but urban districts all have a lot of the same problems, and perhaps the biggest problem of all is that schools are expected to somehow solve all of society's other problems, but are not funded to do so. Oh! Look! Where did that soapbox come from?
Thanks for commenting, sweetie!
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Hee! Just saw that I commented on this two years ago when you first posted it. And I still like it!
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I'm glad you liked it, sweetie. Thanks again for letting me know!