Chapter 65 Can I open the test papers and see the students’ names?
The class content continued to page 289 of the textbook. The bell finally rang, and the teacher put down the book in his hand reluctantly. After assigning homework, he wrote a line of words on the blackboard.
"Read the biographies of the spell inventors mentioned in today's class, and write a research paper on one that interests you." She pushed her glasses. "I'll give you two weeks to submit your assignments. The deadline for submitting your assignments is the next week's spell class."
There was a lot of wailing below.
Compared to the magnificent swordsmanship life, the biographies of the masters who do research are mostly obscure and difficult to understand. It often happens that the masters themselves say it is cool, the writers write it is cool, but the readers are confused. It takes at least a week to write a paper, which leaves them only 7 days to simply read the book - it is simply torture.
"Teacher, is it okay not to write it completely according to the biography?" Someone raised his hand, "For example, add appropriate introductions about the ancient wizards in the family, or add details about the wizards mentioned in other articles."
The teacher raised an eyebrow: "Okay."
Hedda breathed a sigh of relief.
That’s great. We can relax the conditions and not write according to the biography. That means we can make up stories.
It is enough to skip through parts of the biography.
This joy lasted until she arrived at the library, and was guided by the administrator to the biography area, where she saw the actual books.
Hedda: “…”
“This is a biography?!”
"Yeah, the biographies of mages are always long and boring." Bell looked accustomed to it, and struggled to pull down a fist-wide book from the top of the bookshelf.
Heda walked forward and opened a page at random. Although she had expected it, she still took a breath: there was not a single picture, only densely packed text, which seemed to suck one's soul in just by looking at it.
She took three steps back.
"If you don't want to read so many words, you can go over there." Mu Lin whispered to Heda, "That area is full of storybooks. There are also a few biographies, but they have been deleted and added with pictures. They should be easier to read than these."
Heda nodded quickly: "It's a great help."
She jumped across to look through the books. Mulin didn't follow her, but picked up a medium-thick book and simply flipped through it to see if it was good enough to write. Edith scanned the bookshelf, but didn't see what she wanted to read, so she frowned and called the librarian.
"Excuse me, where is the biography of Louisa Giles?"
The librarian looked listless, but his movements were very skillful. He left the thick book area and walked towards Hedda. Then, in front of everyone's shocked gaze, he pulled out a storybook that was less than half a centimeter thick.
Edith: “…It’s a biography?”
Hedda: “I like this.”
The librarian yawned and shook a finger. "Louisa's life story is a secret of the Giles family. Most of it is kept in the family's internal library, with only one or two stories left for family image promotion. The college does have one copy, but it's in the internal library. You can go in and take a look if you have a chance."
Edith thought for a moment and said, "Thank you."
In the end, she didn't borrow anything: the quarterly exam results would be out in two days, so she might as well wait for the internal library quota to be refreshed.
"Why do you want to write about Louisa?" Hedda finally picked a thumb-wide book, a little puzzled. "Is there anything special about her?"
"Her spells have the weakest logic, and it's hard to explain using the existing ancient character atlas." Edith let her hands fall naturally, tapping her fingers rhythmically on her legs. "The teacher's explanation is also quite forced. I feel like if we want to study the meaning of the extra characters, it would be best to use her biography."
Hedda: "...I was just trying to get by on my homework, but you really wanted to do research."
Edith smiled and said nothing more. Modern magic circles and spells have something in common, there is no reason why the old ones don't have something in common, and understanding one will help the other.
For some reason, all the teachers today went crazy, and the teacher of the basic magic circle diagram class in the afternoon also suddenly increased the difficulty. Edith didn't find it hard to follow, but she was often shocked by the teacher's unconventional thinking. She turned around and looked around, and most people had an expression of despair.
"I heard it's because the first quarterly exam for freshmen this year was too tough." Amy struggled to stuff food into his mouth. His hands were hanging in the air and shaking uncontrollably, and the soup in the spoon spilled onto the table, causing Tuttle to silently move two steps to the side.
"I'm sorry, I've been holding the pen for too long and my hands are a little soft." Amy apologized, but her face looked unapologetic. He looked down at the mashed potatoes with chicken sauce that he had shaken into its original flavor, and put them into his mouth with a grin.
"Me too. I've been taking notes all day, and now I don't even have the strength to hold a fork." Hedda lay weakly on the dining table, holding the fork loosely and poking the salad in the bowl bit by bit.
Almost half an hour had passed and she hadn't even finished her appetizer.
Edith looked at the vegetable leaves that were about to be mashed into mud by her, and was about to say something, but finally chose to ignore it. "Are the quarterly exam results out?" She tilted her head to look at Amy, "Why so soon?"
The scale of the quarterly exams in the middle of the semester is not as large as the final exams. The school will not organize a ceremony to announce the results, but will directly post the names of the top 50 on the bulletin board in the teaching area. The badges of the top ten will be collected by a special teacher and then distributed to the new top ten in turn. The remaining students will receive their transcripts from the dormitory manager.
Generally speaking, after the quarterly exam is completed, the teacher will correct the grades within five days, then summarize them in two days, and announce the rankings after a week.
But today is only the second day after the quarterly exam!
"No, only part of it came out, but the teacher can also detect something wrong with the results of this part. I heard that this year's Charms professor worked very hard and finished grading all the papers on the same day. Other teachers were stimulated and also graded the papers overnight." Amy shrugged and scraped the last bit of food at the bottom of the bowl. "So today's irritability may also be due to this - I didn't sleep well."
Edith nodded thoughtfully.
She suddenly realized that the reason she was unpopular in the Pharmacy Association might not only be because she was obsessed with research and had no interest in socializing, but also because she was busy doing experiments and was forced to stay up late with her classmates who wanted to be lazy.
No wonder every time they wanted to leave, they would sigh and sit back when they saw her staying up late to write data.
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"Please, Mr. Scott, go eat." Marcia looked desperately at the pile of papers on the left side of Shelly's desk. As she spoke, the pile of papers on the right side that had not been corrected was still getting shorter at a speed visible to the naked eye.
How could anyone work so hard!
Shelly didn't even look up: "It's okay, I'll finish the revision first."
Marcia whined, "But I can't change it."
She is responsible for Shelly's previous question, and all the papers will be passed from the previous grader to her hands, and finally to Shelly's desk.
For some reason, Shelly didn't stay in the teachers' office last night. After she had corrected most of the papers, she got lazy and didn't finish it. She thought that Shelly would need to review them for a long time when he came back, so she could stay and do it slowly. Unexpectedly, when she came back from class in the afternoon, Shelly had almost finished correcting them.
She watched helplessly as the other person scanned the question and got the result without any thought. If this was just a normal fill-in-the-blank question, it would be fine, but Shelly was correcting the last open question, and except for a small number of students who left it blank, most of them racked their brains to fill it in.
He accurately found the scoring points among a bunch of messy answers, added up the total score and recorded it. He compressed all of this within three seconds.
Marcia grabbed a few papers and checked them carefully. She came up with the same answer as Shelly. She swallowed her saliva - this showed that the other party was not only fast, but also had an incredibly high accuracy rate.
She turned her head and looked at her desk. The uncorrected papers were piled in the corner, which was very different from the smooth desks of other professors.
It is known that: other teachers have finished correcting the original parts, leaving only her and Shelly to correct the last two questions, and Shelly has completed all the papers she was correcting.
Kede: I have to work overtime.
She sighed, but finally didn't say "Then you continue, I'll take a rest first." She sat back in her seat quietly and hurried to correct the papers below.
Shelly gradually slowed down, trying to keep up with Marcia.
His mind is still in a state of confusion, and he can only numb himself temporarily with work. It is quite interesting to look at the students' test papers. Although many people's results are wrong, their steps are indeed innovative, which also brings him a lot of new ideas.
He finished correcting the last set of second-grade papers, drank a sip of tea, and took the first set of first-grade papers handed to him by Marcia. This time he really slowed down - the first-grade students' thinking was more confusing, and it was really difficult to find the points without careful observation.
He marked four zeros in a row and couldn't help but stop and press his eyebrows. It was not because he was tired because of everyone's poor grades, but because everyone had written too many words.
He seemed to be able to see a group of candidates, in the final moments of the exam, looking through the entire paper and unable to find a single place where they could score points, and could only desperately fill in the last open-ended question.
Very good, the strategy is correct.
Shelly rarely showed his emotions, he sighed and continued to mark the papers. Most people stayed at the 0-2 point stage, and a few people were able to successfully use their existing knowledge and piece together answers with 4 or 5 points.
Very few people scored above eight points. He graded about three of them, all of whom wrote down the formula of the Pharmacy Association in a neat and tidy manner. It was obvious that someone in their family worked in the association and had given their children extra lessons in advance. Unfortunately, only one of the three students wrote everything correctly, while the rest were just memorizing by rote, misspelling a few words for the materials and mixing up the proportions of the medicine.
"This level of questions still requires too much from students..."
Shelly didn't agree with the questions this year, or rather, he had always disagreed with the teaching philosophy of Beaujolais Academy. The teaching speed was too fast, as if it was assumed that students had already completed most of their homework under the guidance of their tutors. Some subjects required extra money to take, and students were free to use their own private spells and magic circles in the competition, which was not fair at all.
He shook his head, cheered himself up, took the next paper, and continued to work.
The paper in hand is quite concise.
Shelly raised his eyebrows. The papers he corrected were either blank or filled with papers. Not many people finished with five or six lines. He changed his posture, briefly scanned the answers and prepared to mark them, but suddenly stopped writing.
His hand was suspended in the air, and bright red ink dripped onto the paper, leaving a small red dot.
"Can I open the papers and see the students' names?" he suddenly looked up and asked.
Marcia: "? No."
She turned her head curiously, "What's wrong? Did you encounter any special answers?"
"Nothing, I just thought this answer was particularly interesting and wanted to share it with the students."
Shelly remained calm: "No, forget it."
We can't draw conclusions so quickly, we need more evidence.
And, if what he thought was true...the other party must have his own reasons for not coming to him actively.
Shelly gently pressed the knuckles of his left hand and continued to correct the papers in his hand as if nothing had happened.
The cold feeling of being watched from behind him finally slowly disappeared as he continued to move.
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