Nico entered that of a room of 346 towards the end of the hall on the third floor. The class was unusually small compared to that of his AP government class seventh bell. There were eight innocent teenagers beckoned to be reckoned with as they entered the higher level of mathematics known to be Calculus. Soon, their brains will rot into battery acid slowly deflating their heads to a once flattened earth. However, calculus was easy to me of course. Now if they actually acquire some use of their brain power, maybe their brains will make it out alive. Only one can tell.
The room arranged with several rows of five desks and five columns totaling 25. Hopefully, anyone is competent enough to figure out that simple math. I would practically shoot myself if I couldn't. Anyways, to get back on topic, the classroom was just like any normal classroom. A row of windows was aligned opposite of the door with Mr. Swift's desk in the corner directly parallel to the door. Several cabinets and storage lied in the back along with a cart of Chromebooks. Dozens of posters decorated the walls. Of course, with this being math, the majority of the posters involved... well... math! Wow, it's almost like a coincidence right? I thought this was a history class!
Ding, the bell echoed throughout the air traveling at 343 m/s due to the speed of sound. Mr. Swift slowly but surely shut the door. He was a pretty big guy with a bald cap and grayish white hair encompassing the sides. If I were to guess, he would be around 250 pounds and just shy of five feet 7 inches. He wore his usual attire of collared dress shirt and tie stretched near his abdomen. He paused for a moment. The entire class sat in the back of the room. Rolling his eyes, he ordered them to move further up.
He opened the smartboard gathering a pen in his right hand. He wrote the word "Calculus" in the upper hand corner in bolded black ink. Nico and the rest of his class pulled out their notebooks and turned to an empty page. Everyone's facial expressions grew blank just as their pages and thoughts. They stared up at the board like motionless robots about ready for a reboot.
"Throughout this second semester, we'll be discussing calculus which can be defined through a rate of change. Now, calculus can be broken down into two categories. We either have rates or accumulated area. In other words, differential calculus or integral calculus. We'll be starting off with differential calculus known as derivatives. Another term being the gradient... " Mr. Swift continued to explain.
Mr. Swift went to write on the board when suddenly the word he wrote multiplied and scattered all over the board. Several dotted outlines highlighted all of the words up there. The entire class began laughing as he went for the remote to restart the smart board.
A girl named Miranda mentioned," I think this room is haunted," she wore a black square neck top with a red and black plaid jacket over her shoulders. Her puffy, wavy, dirty blonde hair resting on her jacket.
Luke immediately stood tall as his chair crushed into the cabinets from behind and shouted," She's a witch! Burn her!" everyone laughed. Mr. Swift told him to sit down as the board went black.
The rest of the class went smoothly for the chumps as they began diving into the fascinating world of derivatives. Did you know that the gradient function is the slope of a tangent line?
As Luke would put it," Boy howdy partner, I can hardly contain my excitement," in the most monotone voice I ever heard. Luke, well, he's an interesting character. I can never predict the outcomes of what he's going to do next. He's a very unpredictable human being. I can never quite comprehend what he's going to say or do in certain situations. He thinks outside the box, but sometimes his morals justify the means.
My eyes narrowed focusing on his expressions. I could see his forehead crinkle in the most peculiar way. His head tilting at a 30-degree angle. Upon the board were three different expressions: x3, 3, and 3x. In fact, it was very simple math indeed. Nothing compared to the product rule and quotient rule. But I'm not here to write a novel about math, am I? Yawn! Although math can be quite interesting sometimes. Well, I guess it depends on the person.
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The Class on Calculator Lane
Mystery / ThrillerEveryone around the world has read Nico's book, but the story doesn't end there. It all begins when his HL math class visit an escape room only for them to be suspects of a conflicting murder. As Nico begins writing the sequel, he realizes that th...
