I love tests. I really do. Everyone just sits there staring at the paper - don't be in advanced calc if you can't handle it. The arcs, the plots, 3d graphs, cycloids, functions of the imaginary and trajectory's of murders - it's all beautiful. Each is a beautiful fractal within itself - a new function for a curve to follow.

Lets check out the next question.

"So what did Falkner mean by the word carrage?"

Crap - no more speed before English class.

Here it is - the teacher glaring at me. The sweat dripping off me as if I was wrought with the plauge. I bring her my paper. She sighs and says "Again?, you better make up for it tonight..."

I love sleeping with the teacher.