"Write the question first."As Eve resumed her study, Ed decided to focus on that same quadratic equation to help her grasp the concepts more thoroughly. He handed her a problem:
[ 2x^2 - 5x + 3 = 0 ] she wrote it down.
Let me help you
2x^2 -5x+3 = 0
2x^2 -3x -2x +3 =0
X ( 2x-3) -1 (2x-3) = 0
(X-1)(2x-3) = 0Eve looked at the equation, her eyes teary. Ed, leaning in, began to guide her through the solution.
"This is too difficult," Eve retorted.
Ed responded sternly, "This isn't the first time you are doing it. You had an exam on this topic as well."
"But I do not understand," Eve sighed.
Ed, with an edge of frustration, pinched the bridge of his nose. "I am just trying to calm myself down. You should know better. You should just open the book and solve a few questions after I've taught you. Now look where we are standing! With this speed, how are you going to complete your syllabus?"
Ed's tone remained strict, emphasizing the urgency and the need for Eve to take responsibility for her learning.
Eve, realizing the gravity of the situation, replied, "I will try harder. I promise."
Ed, still stern, said, "Trying is not enough. You need to practice it. Let's go through this again. I expect improvement, Evy."
The room echoed with the tension of expectations, a mix of frustration, and the determination to instill discipline in Eve's approach to her studies.
"Let's change the method. Write down the formula of the quadratic equation."
"Ed..."
"Fast, we aren't gonna solve one question for 30 mins."
"Ed..."
"Do you have anything to say other than my name?"
"I am sorry."
"Let me finish. You are sorry that you don't remember the formula? You are going to do it from the next time?"
Eve kept her head down.
"Look at me. Tell me what it is."
"I do not... I do not... remember."
"Palm forward."
As Sam entered, he questioned, "What's going on here?"
Eve immediately left her chair to hide behind Sam from the intimidating moment with Ed.
"Come out. Be responsible."
Sam pulled her out. "What did you do now?"
Eve remained silent.
"Young lady, I expect an answer." Sam's deep but low voice sent shivers down her spine.
"I do not know the formula of the quadratic equation. I don't remember it."
"Sit down," Sam motioned her to sit down.
"Palm forward," Ed instructed. As she hesitated to do so, Ed smacked the back of her palm. She winced out in pain, letting out an 'AHHH.'
"Pick up the pen and start solving it."
Sam addressed Ed, "There are a few emails Cece has forwarded you. Check those. She was about to come and inform, but I decided to give her some rest."
"Sure, Sam, I will. How is Evan doing?"
"Currently studying."
"Good. Take care of him."
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The Diary of Evergreen Evelyn
Teen FictionIn the vibrant tapestry of Kensington, London, the Smith family, epitomized by the siblings, grapples with the lingering echoes of parental loss. A 27-year-old Edward, whose unwavering strength becomes the bedrock upon which the family stands. In th...