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Post by Gerrit Cole on Feb 26, 2015 17:02:29 GMT -5
I walked down the halls of the big college, going to my room. I have disguised myself as a person named Jonathan Shaw. The class poured in. "Hello class. Ah, Christopher Holland. One of the best students in this school. Hope you do well."
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Post by Cecil Palmer on Feb 26, 2015 17:04:27 GMT -5
"Hello class. Ah, Christopher Holland. One of the best students in this school. Hope you do well."
Christopher looked up from his spot in the lecture hall to see his maths professor standing over him.
"Oh, ah, hello, Prof. Shaw. Are we having a test today?" He asked, pushing his thick glasses farther up the bridge of his nose as he took out a binder full of notes and paper.
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Post by Gerrit Cole on Feb 26, 2015 19:02:48 GMT -5
"Why yes, we are!" The whole class groaned. "That's right, you'd better not complain, either. Christopher, do well. This is your final exam. Did you not know it was today?"
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Post by Cecil Palmer on Feb 26, 2015 19:17:40 GMT -5
"That's right, you'd better not complain, either. Christopher, do well. This is your final exam. Did you not know it was today?"
Christopher looked down, a bit embarrassed. "Uh, no. I most definitely remembered the exam was today." He pulled out his pencil and held the end in his mouth. "It's just that I forgot to study."
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Post by Gerrit Cole on Feb 26, 2015 20:15:27 GMT -5
"Chris, Chris, Chris. Of course. you know, when I was a kid, I was never prepared, and I got 100's every time. Hope you are ready!"
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Post by Cecil Palmer on Feb 26, 2015 20:21:29 GMT -5
Christopher wanted to roll his eyes. He hated it when people called him Chris. However, he had to be respectful of his professor and resisted the urge. As professor Shaw handed out test, Christopher pulled out his calculator and began to punch in numbers. He may have not studied, an maths may have been the most boring subject he ha ever encountered, but lucky him, he was good at it. He finished the test in fifteen minutes and used some more time to check over his answers. Finally, he put away his pencil and wheeled himself to Professor Shaw's desk, depositing his test on the edge and going back to his spot in the lecture hall.
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Post by Gerrit Cole on Feb 26, 2015 20:56:23 GMT -5
I started grading Christopher's exam. A 95. Not bad for having not studied. I walked out to Christopher. "You got a 95. Here's your test so you can look at it."
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Post by Cecil Palmer on Feb 26, 2015 21:13:29 GMT -5
"You got a 95. Here's your test so you can look at it."
"Thank you." Christopher took the test and began flipping through it. He had only gotten points off on the one topic he had struggled with. He felt like metaphorically kicking himself. He could have gotten a hundred if it weren't for stupid *insert random college math subject here cos idk*. After closing up the test and tucking it in his backpack, he pulled out A Brief History of Time(yes I just went there) and began to read while he waited for class to be over
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Post by Gerrit Cole on Feb 26, 2015 21:59:38 GMT -5
"Mr. Holland, could I see you outside for a moment?" I motioned to the door.
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Post by River Song on Feb 26, 2015 23:13:03 GMT -5
Aaron burst through the doors of the classroom. He ran to his desk next to Christopher and slung himself down in it. "How late am I this time professor?"
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