In an expression of psychic-level intuition, you look up from your book in time to dodge a paper projectile; which was launched not-so-cleverly at your head. Sneering at your luck, the teacher commands you to the front of the class.
On the chalkboard, he has written an elaborate series of tests, far beyond the skill of your peers. Looking at you with pure disgust, you know what he is thinking; "This will put that punk in its place.." The students of the class aim their spit balls and lazer pointers, ready to distract you from your task.
As you begin to attack the equations, a look of surprised anger forms on the teachers face. As if spoken aloud, you can hear him thinking; "Impossible, that little brat is smarter than me!"
Thanks to Paule Amca for the snapshot bank "Born on a Sunday"
Blocks by Colugo_, Jim Hurley, Michael Hetrick, Matthew Friedrichs, Stephen Lovesey
v1.3 Adds a few more snapshots & balances volume levels among old snaps
Please excuse any weirdness.
Homework = Chapters 1-3 of "Composing Electronic Music - A New Aesthetic"
Assigned Listening = "Sonic Youth - Mote"