The Space Between the Plans
1At a worktable after school, Zadie slid a drawing toward her friend Rohan. Their science fair proposal was due the next morning. Her design showed two insulated boxes beneath a lamp. They would compare how different materials kept the boxes cool. Rohan placed his own sketch beside hers: a small wind turbine with carefully labeled blades.
2“Mine would actually move,” Rohan said. He tapped the blades with his pencil. Zadie flattened a curled corner of her paper. She had spent the previous evening listing supplies they could borrow. Rohan had spent his evening watching turbine demonstrations. Neither had asked what the other was planning.
3“That would be impressive,” Zadie said. She could picture visitors crowding around spinning blades. But she could also picture their borrowed fan refusing to spin them. “We have ten days. How would we measure what it does?” Rohan pushed his sketch closer. “We could figure that out.”
4Zadie pulled her supply list from beneath her drawing. “I thought we were choosing something we could test.” Rohan's pencil stopped tapping. From the hallway came the scrape of a chair. For a moment, neither friend spoke. Zadie wondered whether her words had sounded like a judgment about his idea—or about him.
5Rohan looked at the neat columns on her list. “You already planned everything.” Zadie opened her mouth, then closed it. She had expected him to approve her design, just as he had expected her to admire his. She turned over a clean sheet. “What do you want our project to show?”
6“A change we can measure,” Rohan said after a pause. He drew two empty columns on the clean sheet and labeled them “questions” and “tests.” Zadie moved both sketches aside, but kept them within reach. They had not chosen a project when the custodian called that the room was closing. This time, they left with one page between them.