Nora Thorne
Preparing for the final test was what I didn’t really pay attention to most often. I would keep my attention elsewhere like the outdoors.
I get distracted easily.
Mr. Carlio was naming out problems and showing examples from the study guide we had received. The showing examples part was actually getting students up to the board and solving them.
He wouldn’t call on me, I didn’t have my hand raised. Heh.
I craned my eyes around the classroom, Derek’s hair still had that pink streak. I’m serious, when I get alone with him with a pair of scissors I’m going to cut that off. I don’t want people thinking he was…you know.
Whatever.
A girl just finished solving a problem on the board and was assigned to go back to her desk. And there were no volunteers for the next problem.
Every single time there was no volunteer for a problem, he always choose me because I hate math with a passion and he knew that annoyed me.
I sometimes hate the British in problems like this but that’s just the French side of me which is almost 100%.
The problem was that no one volunteered for just had to be the hardest one.
Of course.
At this point I was praying to god that I wouldn’t get called up.