Show Your Work Novels & Stories

He smiles as I pull it out to show to him. He's looking a lot happier.... A file lies on her desk, thick with content and open on some current item, half-written by the look of things. Casting a quick glance back at the door - I don't want her to think I'm snooping on her.... Alright, I am snooping on her.... .... I flick back through earlier work.... .... 92/100.... .... 48/50.... .... 8/10.... Comment: 'Next time include the calculations - I can't mark numbers without evidence of the working.'

They were all taking the same test. The examination was actually quite easy. It was multiple choice which helped, although you were encouraged to show your work as incorrect answers could be given partial credit if they had good work with minor mistakes. Rachael buzzed through each question, showing her work and knowing when she selected an answer that it was definitely correct. In a little more than half an hour she was done. She checked over her work until the time was up.

The latter was perplexed. "What are you doing?" "Isn't it obvious? Stretch out your hand. I'll work with you from now on."

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No secret record to be discovered. The work was done.

I took the book from him and checked every step of his calculation, he got them correctly but he had skipped some steps. “You skipped a step here,” I called his attention to the line I had asterisked, "and here too." I pointed to another line. “Does it matter if I write every step?” He asked, genuinely curious. “Yes, actually. You might get the wrong answer if you keep missing or skipping the steps. But in your case, you got the answer correctly. That doesn’t mean it’s always going to be like that. And again, the teacher might not give you the full mark if you don’t show your workings step by step.” I explained to him.

"Why should you get everything? I went to music school too, y'know. What makes you better? Here's a thought—give me your spot, and I'll say something nice about you to Michael." I almost laughed. Then it hit me—bitterness. How sad is that? My own fiancé needed her to vouch for me. I gave her a cold stare. "Do you even hear yourself? You're not qualified for something like this. Saying stuff like that just makes you look desperate." I reached for the invite, but she clutched it, all hurt and dramatic. "We worked together. Do you really have to embarrass me? It's just one invite—why are you being so greedy? If you're really that good, you don't need this to prove it, right?"