Interdisciplinary Studies or Whatever, Friday, Period 1

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Squall passed out the test papers, face down. Presumably face down. Actually, when the students turned them over, they were blank.


"Welcome to your final exam", he said. "So... Whatever. Write your own damn final. Prove to me I haven't been wasting my time with you brats. Write five questions and answer them, and one of them BETTER be on the topic we covered last class."

He grinned evilly. "When you're done with that, on a separate piece of paper I want you to write what grade you think you're going to get and why."

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Re: Grades!

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I don't really care what you give me because the grades I earn here don't count for anything back home. Dad would be disappointed if I didn't do well though, so I'd like an A or B. (Dad would like the A better. Just saying.)