@voyagaer sent: While Dr. Ratio is busy with the lecture, Ace tries to balance the pen on his nose and, naturally, doesn't use half of his attention span to listen.
Not a second is wasted while Dr. Ratio explains the equation at hand, simultaneously illustrating the calculation path without a hint of hesitation, until he comes to a satisfying conclusion with his final word being underlined by the very last line drawn on the blackboard. "Any questions?" he prompts as he turns back to the class and, without missing a beat, chucks the remaining piece of chalk in his hand across the room. It hits the pen on Ace's nose at a perfect angle, catapulting it off his face and onto Deuce's head, who's sitting next to him, while the chalk itself ricochets off Ace's forehead and then disappears between the rows of students, leaving behind a bit of white dust on Ace's skin.
"Mr. Trappola. While I understand that this must be a thrilling experiment for you, this is neither physics nor PE but mathematics and you are a minimum of a decade too old to have nothing better on your mind than testing the basic laws of physics in a manner even primitive sea creatures can comprehend faster than you."
"Standing out in class for the pure sake of standing out is not an aspiration I recommend you to maintain, particularly if the very reason you're standing out is your notable absence of intelligence and willingness to muster even the bare minimum that might move you an inch closer to at least being considered as anything other than an embarassment to your dorm and this entire school." It doesn't escape Ratio's attention that the other students aren't using the commotion to copy his equation from the blackboard but rather stare with unveiled sensationalism. Perhaps as the term progresses they will learn.
"After your recent depressingly uninspired essay void of all noteworthy insight, proof of critical thinking ability or effort, I have little to no expectations for your performance on the exam in two weeks. I suggest you take some pointers from Mr. Spade lest you find yourself breaking the record for worst academic failure of your year." From the hallway the sound of the bell ringing can be heard. "Hm." Ratio rubs his hands together twice to dust off the chalk. "Off you go to torment Prof. Crewel. I'll be expecting your assignments on my desk Wednesday morning, no late submissions. Dismissed."
