RING RING RING!!!! The sound of the bell erupted through the classroom. Kids started filing out, wanting to escape the educational classroom as soon as possible.
I gathered all my books and thanked Mr. Larson before leaving. Although I wanted to learn more about the wonders of exponential functions, and trust me, I wasn't being sarcastic,
I needed a little break after three consecutive classes.
Just as I was walking out the door, Mr. Larson called out my name, "Wait! Ms. Lacoste!"
I turned around, "Yes?"
The middle aged man sighed tiredly, running a hand through his thin, greasy hair. It looked like he hadn't slept in days.
"I need your help."
I raised an eyebrow, "Well, what for?"
"Let's just face the truth," Mr. Larson admitted with a tired smile, "I am the Mathlete advisor, and it is my responsibility to help my students get to the championships this year.
But...we are just not the same this year. We had so many seniors as part of the Mathletes last year. But this year, your class has disappointed the
Mathletes. No one this senior class wants to take lead of the Mathletes. So
now, all I have are a bunch of lower classmen, and a few juniors hanging around during meetings and not
knowing what to do. We need a leader, urgently, if we ever want to make it to the championships this
year," Mr. Larson said, "and to state the obvious, you are my best calculus student. Do you get what I'm saying?"
I blinked once, twice. For having one of the highest GPAs in my grade, I felt pretty stupid at the moment.
"Umm...I'm not quite sure I understand, Mr. Larson."
Mr. Larson did his signature sigh and started talking to me as if I were a five year old child.
"I...want...you..." He pointed at me, "to be the leader...of the Mathletes...this year."
Oh. I understood now. My eyes widened as I started to panic.
"Um...um you know what Mr. Larson? I really appreciate the offer. I'll let you know if I can do it by tomorrow."
Mr. Larson nodded in understanding, "Ok, but just remember, you are our only hope."
I nodded slowly while walking out of the classroom.
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