Sollux got good grades. He was in the accelerated program, and he deserved to be so. He was very smart, like everyone else is the program, and he practically thrived with the program, even without his sight. How one could manage to do calculus and advanced mathmatics in braille was somewhat unfathomable, but he somehow managed it, and he managed it well.
Except... English. English he did not have good grades.
He was still learning braille, okay? That, and English was his third language, and he had never enjoyed writing. It was a struggle for him and he despised it, so it wasn't really a surprise that he only had a C+ going in that class.
Which was, of course, absolutely unacceptable. Fuck that. The only thing to do was fix it.
Was it really legal for him to be hacking into his English's teachers grading systems to change his grade around slightly so he had a higher one? No. Of course not. Not at all. But who was gonna stop him? It was pretty easy once he got her password with a tracker virus he had infected her with via an email, and now it was just an issue of getting in, fixing it, and getting out.
Easier said than done when he couldn't see what he was doing and didn't know what he was doing, of course, but how hard could it be?
He stayed curled up in the back of the library with his laptop on his knees, frowning a little as he typed furiously, his fingertips clacking across letters and numbers and headphones clamped over his ears.
