In Your Dreams

23 || Phoebe Summers

Why does it have to be true or false with a fucking twist? Among all other form of test Sir Ethics-I started to call the professor that since I forgot his name-could have used for this quiz. Who in the right mind will even memorize each statement word for word?

I'm staring at my questionnaire, clutching my temple as the frustration and stress increases to an unhealthy level. Good news though, I've already answered the multiple choice and the essay writing.

The first one was like a walk in a park while eating ice cream. That's how easy it was. I practically didn't need to read the entire question, I just rely on context clues to get the correct answer. That means I check the choices first before reading the question. In that case, I would know the category of the answers before understanding which answer is correct based on the following question. That has been my strategy on whenever I'm answering a multiple choice questions.

For the essay part, that too was easy. It only asks me what do I prefer more, utilitarianism or Kantian ethics. Thankfully, I've understood the difference of the two last night before I go to bed. Of course, I still use the Emmett strategy and make it all about that bastard. In the end, I had preferred Kantian ethics than utilitarianism. Since in Kantian ethics, it doesn't rely on the consequences, instead it relies on if the action is universally acceptable as well as treating the other people as people. Still not sure about that last part though, but that's what I understood last night. So anyway, I chose Kantian ethics and my explanation is to why is actually related to the same thing I've done last night. But of course, I don't want Sir Ethics to know that I'm talking about Emmett, so I hid his name and pretend it was a hypothetical scenario rather than what's happened in real life.

See, the quiz is so easy. That second part was just a fucking demonic spawn. True or false, and if it's false, change the wrong word into the correct word. Memorizing isn't my forte when it comes to studying. I study as if I'm teaching it to myself again, what I understood is that I study. I don't study each lesson word for word because I doubt that's considered as studying. That's simply memorizing the lesson. So imagine the building frustration I'm feeling trying to remember some statement in our lesson just to answer the second part of the quiz.

"I hate this so much," I mutter under my breath. In the corner of my eyes, I saw someone look at me. It's the girl who is sitting next to me look at me with confusion in her eyes. I ignored her since I don't feel like being nice to anyone after this horrible quiz. Though, I could have sworn I mutter those words quietly.

I cringe when I answered some question based on educated guess. Since I couldn't, for the life of me, remember any of the following statement in my notes. That's also unfair since my notes isn't really the actual word for word of the lesson. My notes are only about the general idea of the lesson.

After another minute had passed, I honestly gave up on trying. At least it looks like I answered a decent number of questions. It appears that I can even barely pass the quiz, but if some of my educated guess is correct, then I will be feeling a little better after this quiz.

I look around to see how many more students were answering the quiz. Somehow I feel a small amount of relief when I see most of the students struggling expression on their faces. Well, at least I'm not the only one who's struggling. I slowly stood up from my armchair with a deep breath before waltzing my way to Sir Ethics.

I muster up a smile, pretending to feel confident despite me only doing the bare minimum. Sir Ethics greets me with a smile before I hand my answer sheet to him. Without saying anything to him, I immediately make my way out of the classroom.

For a split second had a sudden panic knowing that Emmett has my stuff. I knew I should've not trusted him with my stuff. He already got out the room with my belongings without any supervising him. Who knows that he would do when he's bored? He might get nosy and check my stuff out.