Portion (Ongoing)

test of faith

Xavier

Sitting on the edge of the front of my desk, I clasped my hands together with a smile.

"Time for a pop quiz, guys."

The crowd of students let out a bunch of "Boos" while I spotted numerous faces filled with disbelief in the crowd.

"What? Over what? How? Why?", Louis started to blurt out many questions with his hands spread out with confusion.

"Well the test is over the terms that were on the back of the syllabus. Besides, how can I start a class without knowing what you already have knowledge of?", I shrugged.

"There was a back?!" Over half the students exclaimed.

I crossed my arms over my torso in disbelief.

Wow.

"Of course. But hey, if you spent time looking over it rather than throwing them away, you wouldn't be in this dilemma right now. Now would you?"

I took a quick glimpse over in Ms. Haynes' direction. She was on the verge of pulling her hair out. I could see her lips mumble, "Why me?" I smirked.

Cute.

I coughed. "Anyways, just do the best that you can.", I spoke in an simple tone. I grabbed the test paper off of my desk and handed each student a paper as I went by their tables and passed the rest along as I got tired. When I passed by Louis, the poor kid was praying.

It's not my fault these kids don't do well with responsibility and don't even bother to simply look at the back of a piece of paper. But hell, I bet they'll be all ears if it came to parties rather than learning. I went back to my desk to organize and grade some papers for my other class. I could feel something wasn't right.

"Louis, you better not be cheating." I advised without even looking up from the papers. In return, I received an sigh and a "Okay, Mr. Lockhart" filled with disappointment from his direction. I looked up through stern eyes, only to see the students shift nervously. "That goes for the rest of you. By the way, since this only a test, you are free to leave when you are done. Be prepared for the next lesson though." I said going back to my papers.

A little while later, students began to appear at my desk and turn in their papers while leaving. The last students left were, Louis, one of his friends that sat on the side of him, and Adonis. I could just tell Louis and his friend was cheating. But what else would you expect from a party boy. Just coming to college for the 'babes' as you may call it. But if he was going to survive in my class, he better start taking things seriously. And Mrs. Haynes, she has been late two times in a row to my class. Just total nonsense. I assumed that she would be an excellent student by the looks of her record, but maybe I was wrong. Dammit, I wish I didn't have to teach this class. Then with having Bea all up my ass, I think I might just run myself over with my car. 

I don't get paid enough for this malarkey. 

Louis and his friend came up to the desk at the same time. With a swift look of their papers, I could tell it was unacceptable. Lastly, Ms. Haynes came up to my desk. She looked to be unsure. As she gave me the paper, my hand accidentally touched hers, but I didn't pay no mind to it. She left, and I went to grading the papers.

Louis left literally ten blank when it was only twenty questions and he cheated.One student spelled the word wrong when asked to use in a sentence, and the word was in the damn question. Another just doodled on their paper.

I think I had enough for a day.

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Adonis 

You know what? I think I actually did good. I mean I totally misplaced my syllabus, but at least I didn't throw the darn thing away. 

When I had gotten to my seat and he said the forbidden words, I panicked. I always loved to do the physical form of art and not do the terminology. But when I had gotten reach of the paper, it wasn't that hard.

Alter modern? Easy.

The term coined by curator Nicolas Bourriaud to describe art made as an reaction against standardisation and commercialism, in context of globalization. 

Afrofuturism?

A cultural aesthetic that combines science fiction, fantasy, and history to explore the African American experience and aims to connects those from the black diaspora with their forgotten African ancestry. 

Alla Prima?

Technique in which the final surface of a painting is completed in one sitting, without under painting; Italian for "at the first".

So you get the gist.

I looked over and saw Louis and his friend leaving. It sucked to be the last one, but I was determined to get a good first grade. I glanced up to see professor grading papers. His face was just unpleased and hard lines decorated his face. I quickly got up and walked to his desk, placing my paper in his hand. I accident stumbled a bit to where my paper went in a different direction. We both reached to get it at the same time, and his hand slightly grazed mine. I looked at hin, and he rolled his eyes.

Mr. Attitudal.

I quickly walked out and walked confidently down the hallway. 

I totally aced that quiz.