Fifteen minutes. That's how much time was left until the bell rang and set them all free, according to Leo's watch. Naturally, the clock just above the door to Mr. Kwong's classroom disagreed, following the unwritten rule that all schools must exist within their own timezone separate from the world around them. Well, at least they would be free in twenty-two minutes.
And this wasn't normal freedom, either. Weekend freedom. After five days of learning the skills that would do absolutely nothing out in the real world, they would finally be able to hang out with friends, waste the day away, shut off the alarm clock and take "just five more minutes" of sleep as many times as they wanted. Twenty-two minutes until the complete freedom that was the highlight of the students' week. Unfortunately, those twenty-two minutes included a calc test.
Today's test was on the integration of trigonometric functions, and it was the culmination of two weeks of agonizing study. All around the classroom, students had their heads bent down low over their desks, pencils scratching against the surface of one of the multiple pages of the test packet. A few students had already completed the work and were relaxing in whatever way they saw fit, earning them the occasional dirty glare from those who were not quite as blessed in the realm of intelligence. At the same time, there were the students at the other end of the spectrum: they stared at unmarked sheets of paper, hoping that they could find at least a few answers before the bell could ring and deny them the chance to further observe their paper with a complete lack of comprehension. One student near the back of the classroom had apparently decided that their grade on the paper was a lost cause to begin with, as they had their head resting on the desk and hadn't moved for quite some time, unless one were to count the regular, rhythmic breathing of a student in sleep.
Sitting in the same column as the sleeping student (albeit several rows forward), there was a blonde-haired male student with a boyish face that could have gotten him mistaken for a middle-schooler, had he been about a foot shorter in height. Not that it mattered at the moment, since it would be folly to expect such a younger student in a high-school calculus class. Besides, Leopold Anders (for that was the name of the boy-faced student) had his head down, closely examining the paper in front of him. It probably hadn't helped much that he'd forgotten his glasses at home that morning, but at least it was only a minor annoyance rather than a critical error.
Seventeen minutes left, the clock on the wall now read. Leo envied those students who could stay near or at the top of the class, yet who never seemed to have to pay attention during class. As it was, he would have the time to finish the test, but there was that one problem on the first page that he wanted to go back and double-check, not to mention the fact that Kwong almost always put the most difficult problems on the last page of the test. Leo had made a point of studying the later sections of the chapter and wasn't worried about getting those problems wrong, but it would still take a good amount of time.
Fifteen minutes left...
Wallowing in Sin
Yet another calculus thread
Wallowing in Sin
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The mania of numbers and symbols were alien to the eyes of Jeremy Ressler. He was a good student, but math had always been his weak subject. No matter how he strained his eyes staring at the bleach-white paper, he couldn't make the numbers do what Mr. Kwong wanted them to do.
Math classrooms were always the bleakest in any school, whether it was Mr. Kwong's own Spartan taste, or the boring, axiomatic nature of the study was anyone's guess. Regardless, Jeremy's attention span was suffering from the lack of anything to focus on (aside from the test which wasn't doing him much good anyway).
He'd already sped through answering the easy questions first. Only the blank spaces between those hastily scribbled equations remained, mockingly empty. If only he'd gotten more rest the night before, or paid attention to the bland material in his immaculate, rarely opened, text.
His grades had been slipping lately in calculus, he needed to do well on this exam and stop staring into the little red arms of the plain wall clock. A quick survey of the room told him that many of his peers were doing just as poorly, but the blonde haired boy seated directly to his right seemed to be making progress, even on the more challenging problems.
Jeremy inched over in his seat. Mr. Kwong had a strict policy of no 'hats' in the classroom, which robbed him of the extra cover his hood would have provided. Still, even without the extra cover he was able to steal glances at Leopold Anders' answers.
Leo and Jeremy had been in the same school for years, both being St. Paul natives, and knew each other on a casual basis. Jeremy recalled a time long passed when his mother had dragged him to a cub scout meeting. Leopold was one of the few cub scouts he recognized in the group, though lack of interest kept Jeremy from staying on, and subsequently developing any rapport with the other boy.
Still, the two were established acquaintances on a friendly basis and Leopold was Jeremy's only chance. He could only hope that the student-to-student code of honour would hold and the other boy would 'fail' to report him to the teacher.
"Psst!" Jeremy made his move as Mr. Kwong turned to examine the blackboard. He kept his voice low enough to avoid attention, but loud enough to reach his be-speckled counterpart.
"Sorry man, I just need a few answers so I don't flunk."
Time was running out, and Jeremy hustled to transcribe a few of the right answers without waiting for Leopold's approval. He didn't want to cheat, but it hadn't been the first time. Guilt could wait until after class, when the necessary evil of calculus was far behind him.
Math classrooms were always the bleakest in any school, whether it was Mr. Kwong's own Spartan taste, or the boring, axiomatic nature of the study was anyone's guess. Regardless, Jeremy's attention span was suffering from the lack of anything to focus on (aside from the test which wasn't doing him much good anyway).
He'd already sped through answering the easy questions first. Only the blank spaces between those hastily scribbled equations remained, mockingly empty. If only he'd gotten more rest the night before, or paid attention to the bland material in his immaculate, rarely opened, text.
His grades had been slipping lately in calculus, he needed to do well on this exam and stop staring into the little red arms of the plain wall clock. A quick survey of the room told him that many of his peers were doing just as poorly, but the blonde haired boy seated directly to his right seemed to be making progress, even on the more challenging problems.
Jeremy inched over in his seat. Mr. Kwong had a strict policy of no 'hats' in the classroom, which robbed him of the extra cover his hood would have provided. Still, even without the extra cover he was able to steal glances at Leopold Anders' answers.
Leo and Jeremy had been in the same school for years, both being St. Paul natives, and knew each other on a casual basis. Jeremy recalled a time long passed when his mother had dragged him to a cub scout meeting. Leopold was one of the few cub scouts he recognized in the group, though lack of interest kept Jeremy from staying on, and subsequently developing any rapport with the other boy.
Still, the two were established acquaintances on a friendly basis and Leopold was Jeremy's only chance. He could only hope that the student-to-student code of honour would hold and the other boy would 'fail' to report him to the teacher.
"Psst!" Jeremy made his move as Mr. Kwong turned to examine the blackboard. He kept his voice low enough to avoid attention, but loud enough to reach his be-speckled counterpart.
"Sorry man, I just need a few answers so I don't flunk."
Time was running out, and Jeremy hustled to transcribe a few of the right answers without waiting for Leopold's approval. He didn't want to cheat, but it hadn't been the first time. Guilt could wait until after class, when the necessary evil of calculus was far behind him.
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A few rows behind the two boys, the sleeping Kathy Goldman began to stir. she'd had been asleep for around half an hour by her counting, having drifted off almost as soon as Mr. Kwong had passed out the tests.
Kathy pulled her head off the desk, pulled her hair out of her face, and raised her left hand to her chin in an attempt to stop drifting off again, and picked up her pen with her right.
Flicking through the paper, she noted that she'd actually attempted to do some of the earlier questions, which were mostly guesswork, as Kathy frankly didn't give two shits about the integration of trigonometric functions.
She span her pen around in her hand and looked up at the clock: Seventeen minutes exactly. Kathy knew this wasn't the right time, the clocks in the Math rooms never had the right time.
Still, I doubt Mr. Kwong will let us out on time
Kathy didn't care either way. She preferred the silence in class to the loudness of the rest of the school, but in around Fifteen minutes time, the bell would go, and she'd be free.
Yeah, Free to go home, be bitched at by my mother, and sit up in my room all weekend
Kathy thought the situation through, figuring out where she could go to prolong the inevitable confrontation.
...or I could go out somewhere.
Kathy pulled her head off the desk, pulled her hair out of her face, and raised her left hand to her chin in an attempt to stop drifting off again, and picked up her pen with her right.
Flicking through the paper, she noted that she'd actually attempted to do some of the earlier questions, which were mostly guesswork, as Kathy frankly didn't give two shits about the integration of trigonometric functions.
She span her pen around in her hand and looked up at the clock: Seventeen minutes exactly. Kathy knew this wasn't the right time, the clocks in the Math rooms never had the right time.
Still, I doubt Mr. Kwong will let us out on time
Kathy didn't care either way. She preferred the silence in class to the loudness of the rest of the school, but in around Fifteen minutes time, the bell would go, and she'd be free.
Yeah, Free to go home, be bitched at by my mother, and sit up in my room all weekend
Kathy thought the situation through, figuring out where she could go to prolong the inevitable confrontation.
...or I could go out somewhere.
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Engrossed in one particularly troublesome equation on his test packet, Leo was barely aware of his surroundings as he struggled towards what he hoped would turn out to be the right answer. As a result, it took him a few seconds to realize that he was being spoken to.
"...need a few answers so I don't flunk.
Leo raised his head, about to turn to look for whoever was addressing him. A moment's worth of hesitation, however, gave him enough time to decide that now wasn't exactly the best time to be looking about the room. He lowered his eyes back to focus on his paper.
It wasn't as though he desperately needed to find out who it had been, anyway. He had only caught part of what the person had been said (and had barely registered even that), but he was reasonably certain that it had been Jeremy Ressler, who was sitting not far from him. A quick glance over in that direction told him that the other boy was currently looking at his own work, but it had been a very brief look.
Of course, there wasn't really much point in knowing who it was anyway. What was he going to do, respond and get them both caught? Report him to the Kwong? There wasn't any point in doing that, either. Jeremy knew the risks, and if he got caught Leo would just have to claim ignorance about the whole thing. If he didn't... well, it was only one test. Besides, he had his own test to worry about, and the minutes were counting down.
"...need a few answers so I don't flunk.
Leo raised his head, about to turn to look for whoever was addressing him. A moment's worth of hesitation, however, gave him enough time to decide that now wasn't exactly the best time to be looking about the room. He lowered his eyes back to focus on his paper.
It wasn't as though he desperately needed to find out who it had been, anyway. He had only caught part of what the person had been said (and had barely registered even that), but he was reasonably certain that it had been Jeremy Ressler, who was sitting not far from him. A quick glance over in that direction told him that the other boy was currently looking at his own work, but it had been a very brief look.
Of course, there wasn't really much point in knowing who it was anyway. What was he going to do, respond and get them both caught? Report him to the Kwong? There wasn't any point in doing that, either. Jeremy knew the risks, and if he got caught Leo would just have to claim ignorance about the whole thing. If he didn't... well, it was only one test. Besides, he had his own test to worry about, and the minutes were counting down.
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Coming out of her half-asleep trance, It was a couple of minutes until Katherine realised the grim reality that the test was important, and she was going to fail unless she either learnt everything about the integration of trigonometric functions and wrote it all down in what was now under 5 minutes, or sunk to a new low and followed the example of a boy several rows ahead.
His name was Jamie or Jeremy or something, and he was casually taking glances every so often at the blonde haired boy next to him's paper. Kathy didn't know either that well.
Then again, there aren't many people I do know in this school.
Figuring that it would be better to fail honestly than cheat, and snapping her mind back on the paper that sat mockingly on her desk, Kathy pulled her hair out of her eyes, picked up her pencil and tried to recollect anything she had actually learnt in the previous two weeks.
After revisiting the easier questions and answering them properly, Kathy at least attempted the harder ones, hoping her working would at least allow her to steal a couple of marks, but severely doubting it would make much of a difference to her grade anyway.
BRRRRIIIIIIIIIIING
Katherine placed her pencil on her desk, and leaned back in her chair. The test was over.
Coming out of her half-asleep trance, It was a couple of minutes until Katherine realised the grim reality that the test was important, and she was going to fail unless she either learnt everything about the integration of trigonometric functions and wrote it all down in what was now under 5 minutes, or sunk to a new low and followed the example of a boy several rows ahead.
His name was Jamie or Jeremy or something, and he was casually taking glances every so often at the blonde haired boy next to him's paper. Kathy didn't know either that well.
Then again, there aren't many people I do know in this school.
Figuring that it would be better to fail honestly than cheat, and snapping her mind back on the paper that sat mockingly on her desk, Kathy pulled her hair out of her eyes, picked up her pencil and tried to recollect anything she had actually learnt in the previous two weeks.
After revisiting the easier questions and answering them properly, Kathy at least attempted the harder ones, hoping her working would at least allow her to steal a couple of marks, but severely doubting it would make much of a difference to her grade anyway.
BRRRRIIIIIIIIIIING
Katherine placed her pencil on her desk, and leaned back in her chair. The test was over.
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BRRRIIIINNNG
Paul put his pencil down. On the whole a seemingly futile expression, as he had completed the test quite a while ago and was now just triple-checking his answers. He looked slowly behind him as the the classroom started coming to life, like a human machine. Students were chatting to one another, groaning to themselves, or just breathing huge sighs of relief. It served those ones right for not studying like they should've, he thought to himself.
"Right then, Now could the front row students go back down the line and take everybodies tests, please?" Mr. Kwong asked. "I don't want to see anyone leave the room with a test in their hands"
Paul got up and popped a joint back into place. Why was it that school chairs always seemed like they were built to be uncomfortable, no matter who you were? Tucking that back away into his mind, he picked up his test and started moving down the line, grabbing a nice range between neat, well-worked answers and childish, scribbled crap.
Paul put his pencil down. On the whole a seemingly futile expression, as he had completed the test quite a while ago and was now just triple-checking his answers. He looked slowly behind him as the the classroom started coming to life, like a human machine. Students were chatting to one another, groaning to themselves, or just breathing huge sighs of relief. It served those ones right for not studying like they should've, he thought to himself.
"Right then, Now could the front row students go back down the line and take everybodies tests, please?" Mr. Kwong asked. "I don't want to see anyone leave the room with a test in their hands"
Paul got up and popped a joint back into place. Why was it that school chairs always seemed like they were built to be uncomfortable, no matter who you were? Tucking that back away into his mind, he picked up his test and started moving down the line, grabbing a nice range between neat, well-worked answers and childish, scribbled crap.
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((Ah, the famed one-sentence post. So this is what it feels like))
"Right then, Now could the front row students go back down the line and take everybodies tests, please?"
Katherine looked up, yawning.
"I don't want to see anyone leave the room with a test in their hands"
Kathy noticed a black-haired boy getting up and collecting the papers in the rows in front. Looking closer, she noticed his slightly elongated nose and the fact he looked about as tired as she did, considering how hard a time he had keeping his eyes open.
She passed her test to him, made a fake smile, got up out of her chair and walked out of the classroom. She'd find something to do, she was sure of it.
((Katherine Goldman, continued in What Do You Mean There Are No Dragons?))
"Right then, Now could the front row students go back down the line and take everybodies tests, please?"
Katherine looked up, yawning.
"I don't want to see anyone leave the room with a test in their hands"
Kathy noticed a black-haired boy getting up and collecting the papers in the rows in front. Looking closer, she noticed his slightly elongated nose and the fact he looked about as tired as she did, considering how hard a time he had keeping his eyes open.
She passed her test to him, made a fake smile, got up out of her chair and walked out of the classroom. She'd find something to do, she was sure of it.
((Katherine Goldman, continued in What Do You Mean There Are No Dragons?))
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