"How much you going in with?" Zap asked, his hands clenching and unclenching to make sure the feedback relays synced with the haptics in his gloves. "Gotta be a mint. You were so far up the proctor's ass we thought you were trying to get an A level in proctology."
Jane jumped lightly up and down beside her neighboring pod, ignoring Zap for the moment. Her HUD was only showing an 83% registry on her feet, causing them to feel slightly numb and disconnected from the rest of her body. She wished she had the glitz to upgrade the suit, but that wasn't happening unless she landed a corp scholarship. She reached down, the skintight carbon black material of the suit stretching across her athletic legs. After a few tugs and smacks, the number nudged up to 96%. She wasn't going to do better than that. Not with v2. She was lucky enough to get that as it was.
Finally, she turned toward Zap. "You got your bank, I got mine. You keep your eyes on yours, I'll worry about mine." Jane didn't blame him for fishing, everyone wanted a peek at her balance. They knew enough to know she had built up an edge, though most didn't know how much.
More than they thought.
The Centurion was all that stood between her and a future worth living. She'd been prepping for four years, and now was her time to prove it had all been worth it.
Proctor Vertia came to stand in the rostrum in the center of the podroom. A hundred haptic pods encircled the raised platform, in three neat rows. The proctor cleared her throat, taking a moment to slowly turn around and survey the class she had overseen for the last four years. "As you know, today we begin the Centurion. You are the select few who have qualified for the honor of taking this test, and your performance will have dramatic effects on the course of your life."
The last three presidents had each been winners of their Centurion, and most of the Fortune 500 companies staffed their executive teams with top performers. Qualifying for the Centurion was a golden ticket, the only question was where it would take you.
Jane had plans.
"The contest is quite simple. Each of you will be transported into Ancient Rome. The year is 44 BC, and Dictator Julius Caesar lies dead on the Senate floor, slain by the hands of the senators, friend and foes alike." A small murmur spreads through the class. It had been some time since the Downfall Scenario had been selected, and more than a few found themselves flatfooted without the requisite preparation. Jane cou
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fucking mint
I'm just reading through the student emails and no replying because I don't have to right now
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Please reset all of my assignments because I'm having a hard time and I'm a really good student normally. (I covered for her teacher last year and she spent the entire class on YouTube and told me to F off when I told her to get off youtube, then gave me a fake name. She also doesn't know I know her aunt)
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I don't understand the writing assignment. (Student hasn't accessed the passage, watched the assignment videos or done any off the prewriting that walks them through the major grade portion)
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Which assignments am I mission? (Written as a reply to an email where I gave the students a list of all missing assignments and where to find them in the LMS)
Earlier in the day I replied to a parent email that I had given her child the wrong access code. I had GoGuardian on and had messaged the kid three times to tell him he was entering the code wrong.
I'm curious how many parent emails I'm going to get tomorrow about the kid not being able to get on zoom. Or even seeing how many kids show up.
Or is it just a Belgian/European thing?
Either way, if you don’t have it. Does it sound like a good idea?
If you do have it, what do you think about it?
“Diana dea silvarum est. Pretera dea lunae est.” Tim says, squinting his eyes to read the text on a wax tablet I hold in front of him. I wrote the text, it’s a silly sentence which I remember from the flashcards.
“Praeterea. This is not English, Tim! You need to pronounce diphthongs! Both diphthongs! Goddamn you!”
Tim covers his eyes, overwhelmed by feelings of failure and resignation and looks into his sandals, dirty feet and the floor. The floor is tiled with ocher, aquamarine and white stone pieces that form a mosaic showing dog in mid-jump with opened mouth and pointed sharp teeth. Tim is like that dog, very, very agitated. Further away, close to the door mosaic inscription reads cave canem --- beware of the dog. Unlike the dog, Tim is harmless. His fear of failing history class has beaten him into submission.
I sigh.
This has become a part of the daily routine. We are stuck in a history class ancient Rome and Tim can’t speak Latin. When I try to teach him, he goes into a complete meltdown and turtles up in the corner of the house Mr. Hennison put us into. The house is awesome. A kickass upper class red brick roofed labyrinth with rooms and hallways hugging a huge courtyard with Mediterranean greenery and elaborate marble fountain in the middle. And the fountain is absolutely beautiful. It is bluer that the clear sky, and the leaping dolphin mosaic on the bottom just screams with colors and life the motion of surface water gives it. And we even have an indoor pool, and it is heated!
But no, we’re both in the corner, sitting on the floor in half-light cubiculum --- latin for bedroom --- and he is staring at the dog mosaic. Well, at least he chose to open his eyes now...
Tim is like a dog, trapped for the past three months in a cage of fear in the most beautiful house he has ever seen. That is what being unprepared for the exam looks like because if he fails the class, he's screwed. Bye-bye Tim's bright future.
Not me, I'm acing this. I am Laura, and for the duration of the exam, I am an Ancient Roman.
“Laura, I’m trying! Latin is hard!” He closes his eyes again, grabs a fold of his white toga with both hands and shakes it vigorously. “Penis bonus, pax in domus!”
Domus, he knows the Latin name of his jail.
I sigh.
Grammar, not so much.
“In domum. In goes with accusative. I told y---”
“No,”--- he points a finger at me ---“you said ablative! Remember the list of Latin prepositions with ablative you told me to learn? Ante, apud, ad, a
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