He’s got a book open on the desk, but it’s almost impossible to concentrate-even as great as Vonnegut is-with half the icons in the corner of his vision glaring red. Even though he spent more time pretending to erase mistakes he hadn’t made and retracing his way through equations he got right the first time than actually taking the test, even though he literally does this stuff in his sleep and he’ll never have to use this in life, like, ever, he’s got to keep up appearances and sit in this uncomfortable desk in this stifling hot room, ravenous and dunce capped and bored like a prisoner in a hell right out of Kafka. Seniors are allowed to leave as soon as they finish the test, but juniors have to wait out the whole allotted time, which is as stupid as it is unfair. He hates exams in particular, and he hates his math exam most of all.ĥ4 minutes and 20 seconds are left before he can leave, before he can take the damned dunce cap off and be himself again. He is bored and hungry and his scalp itches and he hates school more than he’s ever hated anything before in his life. It is exam week, and Donny is 14 years 10 months 15 days 10 hours 16 minutes old. Series: The Tales of Gorlen Vizenfirthe.Series: From the Lost Travelers’ Tour Guide.People of Colo(u)r Destroy Science Fiction!.
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