The exams were fun. I didn't need to talk, and I didn't have to hold back to keep from alienating my classmates. It was a challenge to give the teachers enough information to force them to give me a perfect score without piling so much on them that they deducted marks out of spite. The only mid-term I was worried about was Civics. Mr. Sheldon had done so little actual teaching that didn't know what would impress him the most.
The week went by in a flash and we had a few days off while the teachers marked the exams. Then on Monday we went to school to start the second half of the semester. They posted the results in the senior's hall. Everybody's grades were listed in order of their score. The only nod to avoiding the humiliation of being below the red line was that student numbers were us
