right before class started, everyone is asking everyone else how their weekend was. i inwardly sighed a teensy bit, thinking "no one in my entire math class cares how MY weekend went..." we get a pop quiz today, and i start diligently going through the problems. i get to #14, and notice a twist to the problem and say "ooh, tricky!" Professor Kay says "ooh, yes, number 14!" I then hear behind me in barely muted whispers:
one: what? she's already on #14?!?
other: pfft. i'll bet anything she gets at least half of them wrong, since she's going through them so fast.
one: no doubt. at least.
-a guy on the other side of the room gets up and turns his quiz in and leaves-
one: like that guy - no one can do math problems that fast.
right as they finished talking, Kay gives me back my homework and the last test, both with 100% written in giant red pen at the top. i scootched both over so that they could easily see from behind me. i also made a slight big show of pulling out the paper that she gave us to keep track of our scores and tallying everything up. i notice that i've only missed a total of six problems all quarter, in approximately fifteen giant assignments, tests, and quizzes (five of them being on our first giant giant test, due to idiotic math).
yanno. if you jerkponies would have even SLIGHTLY returned my charitable offer to be chums this quarter, i might be helping your sorry asses with your quiz right now. instead? i'm keeping my knowledge to myself. i shall sail right out of the class and right into the next one with a delicious 4.0, while you scritch your heads and wonder why you got 2+2 wrong and fight for that C.
and naturally, i come up with all sorts of come backs AFTER the fact.