Damn. I wish I was in one of the bigger classes. At least there's less chance of me getting called in there. Fifteen minutes flew by in an instant and Mrs. Sorun had no patients to wait for and we realized this ourselves. “Time's up! Let me see…” Pacing back and forth with a finger pressed against his lip, he stopped in front of the unfortunate first victim. "We'll start with you, Mr. Evans." Wow, good thing it wasn't me. Going first means you are the one setting the bell curve, aka the one who sets the tone. Everyone else's rating depends on what kind of impression you make. Leave a bad one and the professor won't expect too much from all of us. Leave too much of a good one and you will become an enemy of the class. However, waiting to come last is a bigger no, because there is always that exhibitionist student, me, who goes out of his way to make his answer spectacular, leaving you doubting the quality of your work. Those bastards, me, disgust their classmates to the point of wanting to vomit. Bottom line, as long as you put yourself between the first person and the middle, where the exhibitionist student usually goes, you should be good.CLUCK!“Stop I'm distancing myself, Mr. Anderson,” said Mrs. Sorun, who had thrown me a scroll of paper in your head. “Part of your grade is listening to what your peers have to say and right now you are failing.” Throw the sheet of paper aside and it's not easy, listening to the answers of my "peers" it's a bigger hassle than making up an answer, especially those who read slowly and without flow and have difficulty pronouncing simple words. In fact, they are the same people who have the courage to raise their hand when the teacher asks "would anyone like to offer themselves volunteer to read?" If not, I'll just do it.' ...... half of the paper ...... this. Somehow this was eating away at me. "No one should want an idiot in a relationship and if they do they are obviously stupid." in class they were motionless. Finally, I was greeted by eighteen pairs of eyes, which seemed to say, "who the hell do you think you were talking to her like that, you would have thought I called the girl by her name with the dirty looks that." I was receiving. “Excuse me?” Miss Allen asked, finally putting an end to that eerie moment of dead silence. The perplexed expression on her face became more and more confused with each passing second, but the kindness in her eyes remained the same. . Better end this quickly before you draw more attention to me. “Miss Allen…” “You can call me Ariana. I apologize for the intrusion." Never in my life had I seen such a polite interruption before.