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Terror is back to college

Terror is back to college

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jan 6, 2016
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Fantasy
Have you ever encountered a teacher who scares the sh*t out of you. Almost everyday gives the entire class assignments and quizzes, and yes she gives handouts with topics that never ever comes out, Yeah Figures . Calls anyone who hasn't been paying attention and then asks a really hard question, Ah duh, that person cant answer your question, what part of not paying attention do you not understand. Then the student answers wrongfully "Mrs. Obviously doesn't sympathize and hates students so much she gives almost everyone an F" embarrasses person who hasn't been paying attention to the point where the student wants to die, from embarrassment. This story ain't about the student ya'll, Nuh ah. this is about the other person who makes every students lives hell. Something happens to her and makes her travel in time and where she meets a similar teacher that resembles her entire teacher aura but this time you guess it!. She'll be coming back to college not as a teacher but as a student, lets see how she can handle the pressure when she's in the students shoes. Can she even survive college, we dont know? Lets just see Disclaimer: I don't hate teachers okay if thats what your thinking. this basically a fan-fiction about college life and none of the characters are based on real people nor base on real places. People or Places who seem or are familiar are mere coincidence
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Frida started sketching something with her stylus, eyes flicking to her screen as she adjusted the axes of a diagram, mumbling, "...and then this boundary layer here starts behaving like a switch... not instant, but sharp. Sharp enough." Inés leaned in to see. "You mean like a Heaviside approximation?" Frida rolled her eyes, barely biting back a grin. "No. I mean like an actual boundary layer. I thought you said you weren't rusty." That earned her a low hum from Inés - amused, maybe a little provoked. "You want sharp? I'll give you sharp," she muttered, reaching for her own laptop, the tip of her manicured nail clicking a little too decisively on the trackpad. "You're missing the substructure that governs the transition here-see?" Frida glanced over. "That's an assumption, not a proof." "Do you want this to work or do you want it to be romantic?" Frida laughed - surprised and a little breathless. "God. Is that how you think I talk about math?" Inés tilted her head, lips curling. "Only when you're trying to seduce me with it." Frida blinked. Her ears went hot. "I'm not-" "Not trying?" Inés cut in, pretending to glance back at the diagram, feigning innocence, but there was no missing the gleam in her eye. "Shame. Because it's working." Frida looked away sharply, pressing her fingers to the corner of her mouth like she could keep a smile in by force. "You're infuriating." "You're distracted." "You're distracting." Inés made a quiet, pleased sound at that and sat back for a moment, the back of her hand brushing the edge of Frida's chair. "Tell me more about the way you're treating the constraint set when it fractures," she said finally, voice smooth again, back in control - or pretending to be. Frida inhaled and kept going, though her voice was slightly lower now, the words sticking a little as she spoke.

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