October 13
"... using this equation we can plot..."
"... And with our plot points down we can now..."
"...But what if we change this variable? ..."
"... Who would like to come up to the white board to demonstrate?"
Raldon drifted in and out of paying attention. The lecture was dry and dull, like most of school. And despite his best efforts his grades left much to be desired. He had given up, on this, of course. There wasn't much reason to try to bring his tanked grades up when he didn't understand the foundations of what they were doing now. And when would he ever need to... draw lines on a graph? He squinted, yes. That was the lesson today. Drawing lines on a graph. And yet, despite his abandonment of his education, the prospect of being called to the board still filled him with stomach churning dread.
His eyes darted to the clock upon the wall, disappointed to find another twenty minutes stuck in this hellish lecture before lunch. He had to stay awake... or...
"Raldon,"
He jumped and froze, back rigid and straight. "Y-yes sir?"
"Why don't you come up here and solve this next problem?" A viscous smirk crossed the teacher's lips, the grin of a predator who had cornered their prey.
Raldon swallowed hard and stood slowly, practically dragging his feet as he shuffled to the front. Most would not wish to be tripped on their way up to the front of the class. Boy did he wish someone would trip him up. Any excuse to get out of embarrassing himself more! Alas, there was none that the teacher would believe. He was sure his face was darker in color from blushing, though he couldn't feel it. With a heavy hand and grim expression, he took the marker and stared at the board for several minutes, rigid and tense. Alas, he had to concede, he had no idea where to even start on this problem. His shoulders slumped and arm raised to hold the butt of the marker out to the teacher.
"That's what I thought," the teacher grinned, "Go sit down. We'll have to have a talk after class."
Raldon trudged back to his seat, fighting the urge to tense his jaw the whole way. A symphony of snickers and giggles accompanied his walk of shame until he dropped his whole weight on the seat, folded his arms, and laid his head in the nook. The blushing would fade eventually right?
The lecture continued until the blissful release of the ringing bell. He stood and slung his bag over his shoulder to rush out of the room before he could be held back by the teacher. It was easy enough to tune out the teachers calls. Rather than head for the lunch room, he went outside and dropped down below a tree, head back against the bark to relax. He exhaled a heavy sigh and closed his eyes.
"... using this equation we can plot..."
"... And with our plot points down we can now..."
"...But what if we change this variable? ..."
"... Who would like to come up to the white board to demonstrate?"
Raldon drifted in and out of paying attention. The lecture was dry and dull, like most of school. And despite his best efforts his grades left much to be desired. He had given up, on this, of course. There wasn't much reason to try to bring his tanked grades up when he didn't understand the foundations of what they were doing now. And when would he ever need to... draw lines on a graph? He squinted, yes. That was the lesson today. Drawing lines on a graph. And yet, despite his abandonment of his education, the prospect of being called to the board still filled him with stomach churning dread.
His eyes darted to the clock upon the wall, disappointed to find another twenty minutes stuck in this hellish lecture before lunch. He had to stay awake... or...
"Raldon,"
He jumped and froze, back rigid and straight. "Y-yes sir?"
"Why don't you come up here and solve this next problem?" A viscous smirk crossed the teacher's lips, the grin of a predator who had cornered their prey.
Raldon swallowed hard and stood slowly, practically dragging his feet as he shuffled to the front. Most would not wish to be tripped on their way up to the front of the class. Boy did he wish someone would trip him up. Any excuse to get out of embarrassing himself more! Alas, there was none that the teacher would believe. He was sure his face was darker in color from blushing, though he couldn't feel it. With a heavy hand and grim expression, he took the marker and stared at the board for several minutes, rigid and tense. Alas, he had to concede, he had no idea where to even start on this problem. His shoulders slumped and arm raised to hold the butt of the marker out to the teacher.
"That's what I thought," the teacher grinned, "Go sit down. We'll have to have a talk after class."
Raldon trudged back to his seat, fighting the urge to tense his jaw the whole way. A symphony of snickers and giggles accompanied his walk of shame until he dropped his whole weight on the seat, folded his arms, and laid his head in the nook. The blushing would fade eventually right?
The lecture continued until the blissful release of the ringing bell. He stood and slung his bag over his shoulder to rush out of the room before he could be held back by the teacher. It was easy enough to tune out the teachers calls. Rather than head for the lunch room, he went outside and dropped down below a tree, head back against the bark to relax. He exhaled a heavy sigh and closed his eyes.
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